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Beyond Expectations (V1)

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Category: Smut CW: Degradation Kink, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Fingering, Creampie, Cumplay, Size Kink, Small d Spencer, Virgin Spencer, Dominate Reader. WC: 8,981 After driving Spencer home he invites Y/N in out of the rain.

Spencer has always been insecure about his size, Y/N shows him he has nothing to worry about. (Not Poof Read) Master List

Spencer Reid was a man of routine, his life as meticulously organized as the stacks of paperwork lining his desk at the BAU. His spectacles perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he peered into the abyss of criminal psychology. The dimly lit room of the Behavioral Analysis Unit hummed with the murmur of his colleagues' voices, each one a cog in the intricate machine of justice. His mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of the latest crime scene with the finesse of a master chess player.

Yet amidst the chaos of their work, Spencer's thoughts often drifted to his colleague, Y/N L/N. Her sharp wit and unyielding resolve had captured his attention from the moment he had met her. He'd noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she cracked a case, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked, and the softness of her lips when she spoke. But it was her confidence that truly fascinated him, a contrast to his own insecurities about his physical appearance.

The rain had started to fall in a gentle patter against the office window, casting a gloomy veil over the city. Spencer, lost in thought, barely registered the droplets of water tracing patterns down the glass. Y/N, noticing his preoccupation, approached him with a knowing smile. "Looks like you're going to need a ride home tonight, Reid," she said, her voice like a siren's call, pulling him from his introspection.

Spencer looked up at her, his heart skipping a beat. He had always felt a palpable tension between them, a silent dance of desire that he was too shy to acknowledge. But the way she offered, the smoulder in her eyes, suggested something more than just a friendly gesture. He nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Thank you, Y/N. I'd appreciate that."

They made their way to the elevator, the silence thick with unspoken intentions. The doors slid open, revealing the empty metal box that would take them down to the parking garage. She stepped in first, her heels clicking against the floor as she turned to face him. Spencer followed, his eyes drawn to the curve of her hips as she leaned against the railing. The doors closed with a soft thud, sealing them in their own little world.

Y/N reached over and pressed the button for the ground floor, her hand lingering on the panel a moment longer than necessary. She stepped closer, her body heat radiating towards him.Spencer's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild animal trying to escape. The elevator descended, the lights flickering as it passed each floor. The cables groaned with the weight of their anticipation, each second stretching into an eternity.

When the elevator reached the parking garage, the doors slid open to reveal the dimly lit space. The scent of rain and asphalt filled the air as they stepped out into the cool embrace of the night. Y/N led the way to her car, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the cavernous garage.

They slid into the confined space of her car, the leather seats cool against their skin. She turned the ignition, the engine purring to life, and reversed out of the spot. As they drove through the garage, the headlights cast eerie shadows on the concrete walls, illuminating their faces in brief moments of stark clarity. Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as he stole glances at Y/N, her eyes focused on the road ahead, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

He tried to start a casual conversation, his voice wavering slightly. "So, how was your day?" But his usual eloquence had abandoned him, leaving only a stumbling mess of words. He felt his cheeks flush, the heat of his embarrassment creeping up his neck.

Y/N glanced at him, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "My day was fine, Reid," she replied, her tone a bit more playful than usual. "How about yours?"

Spencer's mind raced, trying to come up with something, anything, to say that wouldn't make him sound like a babbling fool. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of nerves. "It was… productive," he managed, his voice a whisper compared to the roar of his thoughts.

Y/N's smile grew wider, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "It's Friday night, Reid. We've got a rare free weekend ahead of us. You should let your hair down," she said, her eyes flicking to the side of his head where his short, slick hair grazed his ears.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Spencer swallowed, his throat dry. "I-I don't know if I know how to do that," he confessed, his gaze drifting to her profile, illuminated by the dashboard lights.

The rain grew heavier as they approached his apartment, the wipers swiping back and forth in a rhythmic dance to keep the windshield clear. Y/N slowed down, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she navigated the treacherous streets. Water gushed in rivers along the gutters, the night's darkness closing in around them. The city lights were a blurred mosaic through the downpour, reflecting off the wet pavement.

Spencer couldn't help but worry about her driving in such conditions. He knew she was capable, but the intensity of the storm was unnerving. "Are you sure you're okay to drive in this?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N shot him a sideways glance, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "I've driven in worse, Reid," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through the car. "But if you're worried, I could always wait the storm out at your place"

The suggestion was loaded, a silent invitation that made Spencer's stomach flip-flop with excitement. His cheeks burned with a blush that was impossible to hide in the dim car interior. He knew what she was offering, and the thought of it made his heart race. His mind raced with scenarios, each more tantalizing than the last. He wanted that so badly, the ache in his chest was almost painful.

As they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, the rain had turned into a torrential downpour. The droplets hit the windshield with such ferocity that it was hard to see anything beyond the smeared lights of the other vehicles. Spencer's eyes remained glued to Y/N, his breath shallow, his thoughts racing faster than the water droplets that danced across the glass.

Her proposition hung in the air, thick and charged like the electricity that crackled outside. He tried to respond with the same cool confidence she exuded, but his voice betrayed him, coming out as a strained whisper. "I-I guess that could work." The words barely left his mouth before he felt a rush of heat to his cheeks, hoping she couldn't hear the desperation in his voice.

They dashed through the rain, their laughter mingling with the sound of the downpour. Spencer fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking with anticipation. Finally, the lock clicked open, and they tumbled into the warm embrace of his apartment. Y/N shrugged off her wet coat, revealing the curve of her breasts under her tight blouse, and Spencer couldn't help but stare. He felt a sudden jolt of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. He had always been so sure that she was out of his league.

The apartment was a testament to his solitary life, filled with towering bookshelves that lined the walls from floor to ceiling. The scent of old paper and leather bound volumes filled the air, creating a cozy cocoon that was as much a part of Spencer as his glasses. Y/N took it all in with a nod of approval, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took a step closer to him.

"Nice place," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She moved through the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the sofa, her hips swaying in a way that was both mesmerizing and infuriating. Spencer felt his throat tighten as he watched her, his eyes drawn to the way the fabric of her blouse clung to her damp skin.

"Thanks," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed the door behind them, the sound of the storm outside now muffled by the thick barrier of his apartment. The room felt smaller with her in it, the air charged with a tension that made it difficult to breathe.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with something that made his stomach flip. "You know, Reid," she began, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to stroke his very soul. "You've always been so… proper." She took a step closer, her heels clicking with every movement. "But I have a feeling that underneath all that," she paused, her eyes raking over his lanky frame, "there's a wild side just dying to come out and play."

Spencer swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never seen this side of Y/N, this seductive, playful creature that seemed to have emerged from the shadows of the storm. Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself nodding in silent agreement.

"But you know," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I've noticed something about you, Reid." She took another step closer, the scent of her perfume, something floral and exotic, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. "You're always so… inhibited. So concerned with what others think."

Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as she reached out, her fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the heat of her body, so close to his own, and he knew that this was his moment. He had to be brave, had to take the plunge into the unknown.

Y/N stepped closer, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in. "I want you, Reid," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill of excitement through him. "But I need to know that you can handle me."

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers trailing over the thin fabric of his shirt to rest on his hip bone. He sucked in a sharp breath, his mind racing with the possibilities of what she meant.

Spencer had never been with a woman like Y/N. In fact, he had never been with a woman in the way he knew she was suggesting. A solitary blowjob in college had been the extent of his sexual experience. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or ridicule.

But what he saw was something else entirely. It was a hunger, a need that seemed to consume her. And in that moment, Spencer realized that she didn't just want him; she wanted all of him, even the parts he had always been so ashamed of. The idea was intoxicating, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once.

He had always been self-conscious about his size, his small cock a constant source of inadequacy in his mind. The few times he had been intimate with others, their reactions had ranged from polite surprise to outright rejection. He had resigned himself to a life of quiet solitude, his only release the occasional visit to a porn site where he could find comfort in the anonymity of his own hand.

But here was Y/N, the woman he had secretly desired for so long, telling him that she wanted him, despite his imperfections. He felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of excitement and fear that made his knees feel like they might give out. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

Y/N reached up and slipped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was as fiery as the passion in her eyes. Spencer's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lost himself in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue danced with his, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited them both.

The fear from his high school days crept into his mind, memories of humiliation and rejection. But he pushed them aside, focusing on the here and now. This wasn't a prank, this was real. Y/N's body pressed against his, her curves moulding to his angular frame, was all the proof he needed. He wanted this, needed this, more than he had ever needed anything before.

Spencer's hands trembled as they found their way to the buttons of her blouse, his fingers fumbling in his haste. He felt her chuckle against his mouth, a sound that was both soothing and arousing. "Easy there, Einstein," she murmured, her hands covering his, guiding him. "Let me do the honours."

With a deftness that seemed to belie the urgency of the moment, Y/N began to undo the buttons on her wet shirt. One by one, they slipped through their holes, revealing the skin beneath. Her bra was damp, the fabric clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Spencer couldn't tear his eyes away, his mouth going dry at the sight of her.

When she had undone enough, she shrugged off the garment, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He had seen them before, in his fantasies, but never so close, never so real. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples hard little points that begged for his touch. He reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing the soft flesh. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N reached behind her, unclasping her bra with an ease that spoke of experience. The fabric fell away, and Spencer's breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, tips peaked with desire. He cupped one in his hand, feeling the weight of it, the warmth of her skin against his palm. His thumb brushed over the nipple, and she moaned, arching her back.

The sound was like music to his ears, a symphony of need that surged through his body. He leaned down, capturing her nipple with his mouth, sucking gently. Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The taste of her was like nothing he had ever experienced, a heady mix of salt and sweet that made him want more.

Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. Spencer moaned against her skin, his hands exploring the contours of her body. He felt the warmth of her flesh beneath his fingertips, the softness of her curves, the strength of her muscles. It was like he was discovering a treasure trove of sensations, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his touch, her body responding to him in ways she hadn't expected. She had always known that Spencer was a man of hidden depths, but this side of him was something she had never imagined. She reached down, her hand slipping between them to unbuckle his belt.

Spencer's eyes widened slightly as he felt her tugging at his clothing. He had always been the one in control, the one with the answers. But now, with her standing so close, her hands so confident on his body, he felt a thrill of submission that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her fingers deftly untied his tie, the smooth fabric sliding through her grip as she pulled it away from his neck. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, her movements deliberate and precise, as if she were disarming a bomb. Each button released with a soft snick, revealing more of his pale, scrawny chest. He felt a flicker of self-consciousness, but it was quickly drowned out by the hunger in her eyes.

As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, Spencer felt the cold air of the room hit his skin, sending goosebumps racing down his spine. Y/N's gaze travelled over his chest, lingering on the sharp points of his hip bones before dropping to the bulge in his pants. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she reached for the zipper.

"Let's see what you're working with, Reid," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Spencer's heart was racing as he felt the zipper of his pants slide down. He knew what she would find, and the fear of rejection was a heavy weight in his stomach. But there was also something else, something darker, something that sent a thrill of excitement through his veins. The thought of her seeing him, all of him, and still wanting him was intoxicating.

Her hand slipped inside, her warmth surrounding his cock. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the softness of her skin against his own. He was hard, so hard it was almost painful, and she chuckled at his obvious arousal.

"So tiny," she murmured, her voice filled with mock disappointment. Spencer felt his face flush, his insecurities rising to the surface like a bubble of lava threatening to consume him. But then she squeezed gently, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, and his body responded with a jolt of pleasure that washed away his doubt.

Y/N leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "But size isn't everything, is it, Reid?" Her words were a whisper, a dark promise that sent a shiver down his spine. "Sometimes, it's the little things that make the biggest difference."

Her hand began to move, stroking him in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his knees weak. Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But with each stroke, he found himself getting harder, his body betraying his fears.

"Look at me," Y/N demanded, her voice firm. Spencer's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The fire in her gaze burned away any last traces of doubt.

With a sense of determination that surprised even himself, Spencer stepped out of his pants, his small cock standing proud despite his nerves. Y/N's eyes never left his, a smirk playing on her lips as she sank to her knees before him.

The coldness of the floor against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from Spencer's body. She took him in her hand, her thumb tracing the length of his shaft. "You know," she said, her voice a purr, "a cock like this needs some special attention."

Spencer's eyes widened slightly at her words, his heart racing as he tried to interpret the meaning behind them. He had always feared that his size would be a disappointment, but the way she looked at him, the hunger in her gaze, made him feel anything but inadequate.

Y/N leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she took his cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing him before taking him deeper. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as she began to suck with an enthusiasm that belied the size of her mouthful. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she took him in deeper, her eyes never leaving his.

"So, Reid," she murmured, her voice muffled around his cock, "I've got to admit, I didn't expect you to be quite so… compact." She pulled back, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "But I've got a feeling this little guy is going to be a choking hazard of a different kind." Her words were like a knife, cutting through the last of his inhibitions. He watched, entranced, as she took him in again, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked her mouth over his shaft.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his toes curl. Despite the harshness of her words, Spencer felt his cock swell in her grasp. He knew he should be offended, but instead, he was turned on beyond belief. The way she talked about him, the way she degraded his size, it was like a drug, a thrill that he hadn't anticipated.

Her eyes never left his, watching his every reaction as she continued to suck him off. Each time she pulled away, she'd whisper something degrading, something that should have made him feel small and insignificant, but instead it made him feel aroused. She was playing a game, and he was all too eager to play along.

"Mm, you like that, don't you, Reid?" she said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she licked her lips. "You're such a slut for it, aren't you?"

Spencer could only moan in response, his eyes glazed over with lust. He had never been talked to like this before, never been made to feel so…small. But instead of shrinking away, he felt himself growing harder, his body craving more of her degradation.

Y/N noticed his lack of verbal response and pulled away, her eyes narrowing. "I said, do you like that?" she demanded, her grip on his cock tightening.

Spencer's breath was ragged, his eyes snapping back to hers. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Y/N's smirk grew as she released his cock with a wet pop. She rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. "Good," she said, her voice still that sweet, sultry purr. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. The fabric whispered against her skin as it slid down her hips, pooling at her feet like a dark waterfall.

Spencer's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, now only clad in a scrap of cotton that barely contained her. Y/N stepped out of the pool of fabric, standing before him in nothing but her drenched panties. The fabric clung to her, revealing the tantalizing outline of her sex.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees, his cock still standing proud despite the cold floor beneath him. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with need. "Let me taste you."

Y/N's smirk grew wider as she stepped closer, the damp fabric of her panties brushing against his face. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her skin. "You want to make it up to me for your tiny cock, don't you?" she taunted, her voice a siren's song.

Spencer nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew he was falling into a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself. The desire to please her, to show her that he could be what she needed, was all-consuming.

"Why should I let you?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.

Spencer's eyes searched hers, finding the desire that lay just beneath the surface of her playful banter. He knew that she was testing him, pushing his boundaries to see just how far he would go. And he was more than willing to oblige.

"Because I want to," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'll do anything to make you feel good."

Y/N's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and desire. "Anything?" she repeated, her hand sliding down to the waistband of her soaked panties.

Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as he nodded. "Anything," he confirmed, his voice thick with need.

With a dramatic flourish, Y/N slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She was bare before him, her sex glistening with arousal. Spencer's mouth watered at the sight, his cock pulsing with excitement.

Her pussy was a thing of beauty, a small strip of hair leading down to her swollen pussy lips. Spencer felt his heart race as he took in the view, his eyes drinking in every detail. The scent of her desire filled the air, a sweet musk that made his head spin.

"Prove it," she challenged, stepping closer so that his nose was almost touching her sex. Spencer didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet and salty, a flavor that was uniquely her. He moaned, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips as he buried his face between her legs.

Y/N's hands found their way into his gelled hair, her nails digging into his scalp as he began to lick her in earnest. He knew he had to make this good, to show her that size didn't matter. His tongue danced over her clit, tracing the sensitive flesh with a gentle pressure that had her hips bucking against his face.

The sound of her moans filled the room, drowning out the storm outside. Spencer felt a surge of power, his inhibitions slipping away as he tasted her, felt her tremble against his mouth. He had read about this, studied it in his endless quest for knowledge, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it.

Her legs began to quiver, and she reached down to steady herself, her hand finding the back of his head. "Don't stop," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea that only spurred him on. Spencer's tongue slid inside her, exploring her wetness, tasting her deeply. He felt her thighs tighten around his head, her hips moving in time with his mouth.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her breath coming in pants as she thrust against his tongue. The sight of her, so powerful and in control, yet so vulnerable in her pleasure, was more erotic than any of the images he had encountered in his vast research. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each pass.

Spencer's hands reached around to steady himself, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. He felt the muscles clench beneath his touch, her hips moving in a silent demand for more. He eagerly obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, his hands squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the pulse of his own desire.

As Y/N's moans grew more insistent, Spencer felt a thrill of triumph. He had done this, brought her to this point of pleasure with nothing but his mouth and his willingness to submit to her every whim. He licked and sucked, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her against his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Reid," she gasped, her voice shaky. "You're so good at this." Her praise was like a balm to his soul, soothing the wounds of his past rejections. He felt his cock throb, the blood rushing to his head as he worked harder, his tongue flicking and teasing her swollen clit.

"You're… you're so… oh god," she panted, her nails digging into his scalp. He felt a rush of pleasure at her words, his own insecurities momentarily forgotten. He had never been praised like this, never been told that he was good at something so intimate, so raw.

Her hips bucked harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge. Spencer's tongue moved faster, flicking and teasing, pushing her closer to the precipice. And then, with a cry she came, her juices flooding his mouth and painting his face with her essence.

Spencer sat back on his heels, watching as Y/N's legs wobbled. Her breath came in short pants, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He felt a smug satisfaction, his cock pulsing with the need for more. He reached for his glasses, wiping them clean with the hem of his discarded shirt before sliding them back onto his nose.

"Your turn," she murmured, her voice a seductive promise. She reached for him, her hand guiding him to his feet. The room was a mess, their clothes scattered like confetti on the floor, but all Spencer could focus on was the desire in her eyes.

He took her hand, leading her to his bedroom with a confidence he hadn't felt in years. The room was sparse, his bed the only real piece of furniture. It was neat, almost monastic in its simplicity. But the storm outside painted the walls with shadows, giving the room an atmosphere of barely contained passion.

"Lay back," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Spencer complied, his heart racing as he felt the mattress give beneath him. He watched as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with a grace that belied the fierce hunger in her eyes.

Y/N begins to grind her pussy against his cock, the tip nudging her clit with every movement. Spencer can feel the warmth of her, the wetness of her arousal coating his shaft. Her eyes never leave his, a silent challenge that fuels his own desire. Despite his small size, he knows that he can give her what she needs, that he can make her feel good.

"Let's see if your tiny cock can pleasure me," she says, her voice a purr that sends shivers down his spine. The words should sting, but instead, they only serve to excite him further. He feels a thrill of anticipation, his cock twitching in response to her challenge.

Y/N's wetness coats his tip as she lowers herself onto him, the slick heat of her pussy making him gasp. Slowly, oh so slowly, she takes him in, her eyes never leaving his. The feeling is indescribable, the pressure of her tightness surrounding him, the way she seems to grip him despite his size.

"Mm, so small," she whispers, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she sits up, her pussy fully engulfing his cock. "But you're so eager, aren't you?" Spencer nods, unable to form words, his eyes never leaving hers. The way she teases him, her words like a whip that stings but also drives him wild with desire.

"I'll bet you've never been with a woman who can handle something so… diminutive," she says, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy clenching around him. Her movements are deliberate, each roll of her hips a silent declaration of his inadequacy. But Spencer finds himself growing harder, the sting of her words only adding to the intensity of his arousal. He watches as her breasts bounce with every movement, the sight of her enjoying herself making his heart race.

"Do you like feeling so… insignificant?" she purrs, her hands sliding down to cup her own breasts, her thumbs flicking at the erect nipples. "Do you like knowing that I could take any of your cock-sure colleagues and make them feel like kings, while you're stuck with this?"

Spencer's eyes widen at her words, his cock pulsing in response. He's never been so turned on by his own humiliation. The feeling is strange, intoxicating, like a secret he never knew he wanted to keep. He nods, unable to speak, his throat tight with lust.

The plushness of Y/N's thighs and ass slapped down on his bony hips with a sound that echoed through the room, each impact sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. It was a symphony of desire, a rhythm that spoke of her dominance and his submission. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her flesh against his own, the slickness of their mingled arousal.

"Is that all you've got, Reid?" she taunted, her voice a whip crack of challenge. "This is what you're going to give me?" Her words stung, but not in the way he expected. Instead, they fueled a burning need inside him, a need to prove himself, to show her that even with his small cock, he could make her scream with pleasure.

Spencer's grip tightened on the bedsheets, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to ride him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He knew he had to do more, had to push her over the edge. He reached up, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Y/N gasped, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before snapping open again.

"Is that all you've got, Reid?" she sneered, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. "This is what you call fucking me?"

Spencer's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He knew she was playing with him, pushing his buttons, but he couldn't help the way her words affected him. He bucked his hips upwards, trying to drive himself deeper into her, to silence her with his passion. But she was right, his cock was small, and she was so tight around him, like a fist.

"I can do better," he murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and defiance. "I'll make you cum."

Her smirk grew wider as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Prove it," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear.

Spencer's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm as he guided her movements. He began to thrust upwards, meeting her every downward motion with a force that belied his scrawny frame. He watched as her eyes grew wide, her mouth parting in a silent gasp as he found a rhythm that hit just the right spot.

Her breath grew ragged, her tits bouncing with each thrust. He could see the beginnings of a flush spreading across her chest, her nipples hardening into tight buds. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock in a way that was both maddening and exhilarating. He knew she was close, could feel the tension coiling in her body like a spring ready to snap.

With a feral growl, Spencer reached down to her clit, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He needed her to come before he did, to show her that even with his small cock, he could satisfy her. His thumb circled the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure. Y/N's eyes shot open, meeting his with a look of surprise and desire.

Her hips began to move faster, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the beginnings of her climax building. Spencer felt it, too, the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her muscles began to quiver. He knew he had her, knew he could give her what she wanted.

He'd trained himself for this moment, countless nights spent alone in his apartment, his hand around his small cock, willing himself to hold back, to last longer. He'd read about it, studied the techniques, the psychological tricks that could make a man with his size feel like a god in the bedroom. And now, as he felt Y/N's pussy clench around him, he knew it had paid off.

Spencer's thrusts grew more deliberate, his movements more precise. Each time she moaned, each time her walls clenched around him, he felt his resolve strengthen. He knew that for men like him, it wasn't about size, but about the art of pleasure. It was about knowing the body, about reading the subtle cues, the hidden language of desire.

Y/N's voice dropped to a sultry purr as she whispered, "That's it, baby. Show me what you can do with that little thing." Her words were a drug, a potent cocktail of degradation and praise that went straight to his head. He felt his cock twitch, his movements growing more urgent as he chased her orgasm.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, her hands on his chest as she began to ride him in earnest. Spencer watched, his eyes glued to the sight of her pussy swallowing his small cock, her clit grinding against his pelvis. The sight was enough to make him feel like he was going to explode. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts as he squeezed and pinched her nipples in time with her movements.

Her eyes snapped to his, the challenge clear. "You like watching me take your tiny cock, don't you?" she gasped, her hips moving faster, her pussy tightening around him. Spencer could feel the beginnings of his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with every stroke. He nodded, unable to form words, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's movements grew erratic, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Spencer felt her tighten around him, her pussy clamping down like a vice. And then, with a strangled cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, his own cock pulsing with the power of her release.

Her eyes snapped shut, her head thrown back as she rode the waves of pleasure. Spencer watched her, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the sight of her coming on his cock pushing him to the edge.

Y/N's pussy was tight around him, pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax. He could feel the wetness of her release, the warmth of it against his skin. He was so close, his entire body coiled tight like a spring.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Spencer came. His eyes rolled back in his head, his back arching off the bed as ropes of cum shot from his cock, filling her completely. It was more than he had ever produced, a testament to the intensity of his arousal.

Y/N felt the warmth of his release, the sheer volume of it a surprise. Her pussy was flooded with his cum, the sensation of it dripping out of her making her gasp. She had never felt so filled, so used, and it was intoxicating. She stared down at him, her own climax still echoing through her body.

Spencer's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his chest heaving with the effort of his release. He watched her, his own arousal mixing with a hint of vulnerability that she found utterly endearing. "Did I… did I do okay?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Y/N's smirk softened into a smile as she leaned down to kiss him. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice a warm caress against his lips. "You're a quick study."

Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him, his chest tightening with a feeling that was a mix of satisfaction and affection. He had done it, proven to her that size didn't define his worth as a lover. Her praise was a balm to his soul, soothing the insecurities that had plagued him for so long.

Y/N slid off of him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lay down beside him, her skin glistening with sweat and the remnants of their passion. The storm outside had reached a crescendo, the rain pounding against the windows.

Spencer looked down at his cock, now softening, and felt a moment of doubt. But before it could take root, she reached over and took his hand, interlocking their fingers. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Her praise was all he needed to banish his insecurities. He turned to her, pulling her into his arms. They lay there, their bodies tangled together, listening to the storm outside. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the quiet sounds of their mingled breaths.

Spencer felt a sudden need to take care of her, to clean her up after their passionate encounter. He pulled away gently and whispered, "I'll be right back." He slid out of bed, his legs unsteady from the intensity of their lovemaking.

The bathroom was a short walk away, but it felt like a mile as he stumbled through the darkened hallway, his mind racing with the reality of what had just happened. He flicked on the light and grabbed a soft washcloth, running it under the warm tap. The water was like a lifeline, grounding him in the moment.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Y/N exactly as he'd left her, sprawled across his bed, the sheets a rumpled mess around her. The sight of her made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.

"Let me," he murmured, his voice a soft request as he approached her with the washcloth. He was eager to show her that he cared, that he was attentive to her needs even in the aftermath of their passion.

Y/N watched him through hooded eyes, her breathing still ragged from her orgasm. She nodded, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she spread her legs wider, giving him full access. Spencer's eyes fell to her sex, still wet and swollen from their encounter. He felt a thrill run through him, a mix of awe and desire as he knelt beside the bed.

He took the washcloth and gently began to clean her up, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight of his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Each dribble was a testament to his power, his ability to satisfy her despite his size. It was a visual representation of his triumph, a silent declaration that he was more than enough.

But as he worked, Spencer couldn't help but feel a thrill of something darker, something that called to the depths of his kink. The need to claim her, to mark her as his own, grew stronger with every stroke of the cloth. And so, with a decision made in a split second, he set the washcloth aside. His fingers, still slick from the warm water, slid over her folds, collecting his own cum before pushing it back inside her.

The sight of his fingers disappearing into her, the way her pussy took him in, was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. He watched as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed as he played with his own seed. The feeling of her tightness, the way she gripped his fingers, was intoxicating.

Spencer's mind raced with all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her feel good. His fingers moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing in and out, the warmth of her body enveloping him. He could feel her growing wetter, her walls quivering around him. It was as if she was begging for more, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his hand. She wrapped her arms around her head, her legs spread wide in invitation. "Yes," she whispered, the word a soft hiss in the stillness of the room. "Just like that."

Her encouragement spurred Spencer on, his movements growing bolder. He watched as her body responded to his touch, the way her breasts bounced with each of her breaths, the way her pussy grew slicker and more swollen. He slid a second finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her channel clench around him.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice a siren's call that urged him to go deeper, to push her further. He curled his fingers, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When he found it, she arched off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. "Oh god, yes, right there."

Her words were music to his ears, a symphony of desire that made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy around him, feeling her clench and pulse.

With his other hand, Spencer reached up to her clit, his thumb brushing against the sensitive nub. She gasped, her hips bucking in response. He felt a thrill of power, knowing that he could reduce her to this state of need with just his touch.

He began to rub her clit in gentle circles, his touch feather-light, teasing her as he felt her body tense with anticipation. Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes snapping open to meet his.

"Fuck, Reid," she groaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "You're so… good at this."

Her words were a sweet agony, a delicious torment that made Spencer's cock twitch back to life. He leaned over her, his eyes dark with desire as he whispered, "You like that?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Keep going," she breathed, her voice a sultry command. Spencer didn't need any more encouragement. He began to grind his cock against the bed, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He watched her face, the way her cheeks flushed with desire.

Without a second thought, he leaned in and took her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. Her body jerked at the sudden contact, a gasp escaping her lips. He could feel the power of his own pleasure building, but he was determined to make her come again. He knew it was a bold move, but something about the way she looked at him, the way she'd praised his tiny cock, made him feel invincible.

Spencer's fingers moved in a blur, pumping in and out of her pussy as he targeted her g-spot with the precision of a maestro. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around his digits, her hips moving in sync with his hand.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening sound escaping her throat. Her body was a canvas of passion, her muscles tensing and releasing in time with his movements. He knew he had found the perfect rhythm, the sweet spot that would send her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her hard, like a bolt of lightning tearing through her body. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her thighs quivering as she bucked against him. Spencer felt the power of her release, the tremors that rippled through her core as she came apart in his hands.

Y/N took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Spencer was still kneeling beside the bed, his cock standing at attention as he watched her. He was grinding it against the bed, the sheets bunching beneath him. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of dominance, watching him seek his own release.

With a wicked smile, she reached a hand out to his chin, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You look like you could use some help with that little problem of yours," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his breath hitching. The way she said it, like his size was something to be handled, only made him want her more.

Y/N slid off the bed, her body a study in grace as she moved. She grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet, her strength surprising him. "Lie down," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Spencer's cock bobbed with every step as he obeyed, his nerves a mix of excitement and anticipation.

He lay back, the coolness of the sheets soothing to the heat of his body. Y/N took a moment to appreciate the view, his glasses slightly askew on his face, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. She felt a sense of power, a thrill that coursed through her veins.

With a grace that belied the intensity of her desire, she climbed up his body, her legs straddling his thighs. The warmth of her skin against his was electric, setting his nerves alight. His cock was already hard again, standing tall despite its size, begging for her attention.

As she reached his pelvis, she hovered there, her breath hot against his length. Spencer's chest heaved, his heart racing in anticipation. He watched as she leaned in, her eyes locked on his, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He felt the softness of her lips, the wetness of her tongue as she began to suck, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body.

Y/N's nails lightly scraped down his torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she approached his hip bones. Spencer's eyes widened as she wrapped her fingers around them, her grip firm but not painful. It was a strange sensation, the feeling of being both cherished and dominated at the same time. Her nails dug in, pinning him to the bed as if to remind him that she was in control, that she could do with him as she pleased.

Her tongue traced the length of his shaft, the wetness of her mouth leaving a trail of heat that made him shiver. She took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. Spencer felt the pressure build, the sensation of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock making his toes curl. He was so close, his body poised on the edge of release.

Y/N's eyes never left his as she licked and sucked with a hunger that was almost feral. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and amusement at his response. Spencer could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. He moaned, his hips bucking upwards, trying to get more of her mouth on him.

Her grip on his hips tightened, holding him in place as she began to play with his balls. She rolled them gently in her palm, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance of pleasure and pain that had him writhing beneath her. She could feel the heat building in him, the way his body responded to her touch. It was like holding a live wire in her hand, the power of his desire pulsing through her.

Y/N took her time, exploring every inch of his small package. Her tongue flicked out, licking and teasing his balls with a gentle touch that had Spencer's eyes rolling back in his head. She knew just how to manipulate him, how to coax every drop of pleasure from his body. His hips bucked, his cock straining towards her mouth as she worked her magic. The sounds of his moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that only spurred her on.

And then, she did it. She took all of him in her mouth, closing around his cock as she hummed a low, throaty sound. The vibrations hit him like a bolt of lightning, his body tensing as he felt the pressure build. Spencer had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. It was as if she had tapped into a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

With a final, desperate thrust, he came hard, filling her mouth with his cum. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and relief that had him crying out her name. He watched as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, the hunger in them unmistakable. It was a moment of complete surrender, his body wrung out and vulnerable beneath her.

As the last tremors of his orgasm faded, Spencer's body went boneless, his muscles releasing their tension. He lay there, panting, his cock still pulsing as Y/N licked her lips, a smug smile playing on her face. The sight of her, so in control, so powerful, was almost too much.

Y/N crawled up his body, her movements sinuous and cat-like. She took him into her arms, holding him close as if he were something precious. Spencer felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of belonging that was new and exhilarating. He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as she settled against him.

For a moment, he allowed himself to just be, to revel in the aftermath of their encounter. But the question lingered in the back of his mind: what did this mean for them? Was it a one-time thing, a fleeting moment of passion? Or was there something more, a connection that could grow and evolve over time?

Y/N could see his mind racing, the cogs turning behind those intelligent eyes. She propped herself up on her elbow, her body still flushed with the afterglow of her climax. "What's on your mind, Spencer?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I just… I don't know what to think. This was… unexpected." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "But I don't want it to be a mistake."

Y/N leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "It's not a mistake, Spencer," she assured him, her voice a gentle whisper. "This is just the beginning."

Spencer felt a weight lift from his chest at her words. He tightened his hold on her, his heart racing with hope. "But what happens now?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Y/N kissed him softly, her lips a gentle promise. "Now, we explore," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We find out just how good we can be together."

Spencer felt a thrill of excitement at her words. Being able to call her his, to claim her as his own, was a heady thought. It was something he had never dared to hope for, not with his insecurities. But now, as he held her in his arms, the possibility felt tantalizingly close.

[secret-fiction]

Sonic & Tails vs the Lingering Haunt One Shot Late-Halloween Story.

On the night following Halloween, Tails takes Sonic to one of his many Auxiliary workshops. However it turns out that a new Haunted "Ware-"House has opened in the next door abandoned factory. Seeking some spooky themed fun they head inside to check it out even though it should already be closed. However inside they find signs of an out of control accident and it becomes increasingly hard to tell if it's all just part of the attraction. If it isn't, then several lives may be on the line.

Flickering yellow lights illuminated a dilapidated asphalt road ahead. Rotten utility poles creaked as they strained to hold many thick cables against a light breeze. On either side stood tall red brick buildings, warehouses and factory plants strewn with cracks. Far ahead past the flickering lights and under an old electric substation was a small shed with an uncharacteristically well sealed metal door. This whole environment offered many interesting sights of old industrial technology. So Tails wondered why it seemed Sonic didn’t agree this was a good place to take it slow.

“Yet another hidden lair, one of many scattered around the world. What sort of machinations do you undertake here?” Sonic the Hedgehog stretched his arms as he strolled onward, giving Tails a glance of his cheeky grin. 

“Only the dark matters of sleep, microwave meals, and video games,” said Tails, “...and maybe some evil reverse engineering.”

Sonic chuckled, then started humming as he resumed meandering from side to side ahead of Tails. “You really chose a spooky place to put this one huh?”

“Well, I guess if you find cool mechanical computers and assembly lines scary, it is.” A nearby light fixture exploded with a pop, making Tails jump and sending a shower of sparks and glass to the ground. “...And I guess electrical fires can be scary.”

“Pfft, bring it on!” said Sonic.

Chuckling to himself, Tails rubbed his heavy eyes and pulled out a tablet device. It’d be a good idea to disarm his security system so he wouldn’t have to run a  gauntlet to get to bed. Of course there was no doubt Sonic wouldn’t mind that. 

As he watched his tablet attempt to contact the auxiliary workshop, Tails felt a tap on his shoulder. Sonic was pointing at the front office of the largest nearby factory. It was decorated with black and orange paint and a sign that read ‘Haunted ware-House.’

“Wanna check this place out?” said Sonic, “I’ll bet I can get through without screaming once.”

“I’d make that bet if Halloween wasn’t last night,” said Tails.

“I’m sure whoever set this up won’t mind us checking it out alone real quick,” said Sonic.

“You’re probably right.” Tails glanced at his tablet still trying to make a connection, then put it away. 

The two of them pushed through the front door, it was heavy but left ajar. All sorts of custom made spooky art and decorations adorned this office, now converted into a foyer to some scary times. Many decorations were made from rusty wires and shaped into classic skeletal imagery. Most notably was one wire-skeleton slumped back in a rolling chair, its hand pointing at a dark hallway surrounded by warning tape. The creepy vibes here were actually pretty neat.

Sonic had already started wandering around investigating the wire skeletons and copying their poses. His impression of a skeleton face down, fully dead, in front of a computer terminal made Tails chuckle. But after a moment Sonic looked up at the terminal. “Oh hey this things on.”

“It is?!” Tails ran over and leaned over the wire skeleton. The crt screen in front of him was indeed on, showing a list of green text. One glance at the ports on the terminal showed it wasn’t connected to a full computer anymore. Yet the terminal still displayed a history of input commands and responses between the last user and a computer. 

There were several commands to send power to machines whose names were completely corrupted. These commands ended with a mistyped command to shut everything down, followed by a notification that connection between the terminal and the computer was cut. Even then there were three more attempts to command a shut down with no response. A chill ran up Tails’ back as he noticed that at the bottom, one more shut down command was half-typed but never entered. 

“Must be pretty immersive, huh buddy?” said Sonic

“Oh! Yeah, this is so clever!” Tails couldn’t help but smile as he quickly recounted everything he’d observed. He then paused for a moment to articulate better to Sonic. “Basically this feed makes it look like some terrible accident happened here! I can’t believe they left this here, who’d even pay attention to it?”

“Well evidently they got one fan,” said Sonic.

Tails giggled, Sonic was right. He now really wanted to meet whoever set up this ‘haunted ware-house’. Upon noticing the slightly ajar staff room door nearby he figured maybe he could. He hurried over and took a peek inside, it seemed to be a dressing room. Many hangers were covered with mundane jackets and clothes. Nearby old mirrors were set up over tables with an assortment of makeup. 

“Tails buddy, It’s probably rude to just walk into a dressing room,” said Sonic.

Tails frowned and started to object, but he focused on the mundane clothes again. Those were definitely not the costumes actors would be wearing here. Those were their casual clothes. Several bags and other garments strewn about reinforced a growing notion in Tails’ mind that didn’t make much sense. “Wait, are the actors all still here? With no guests?”

Sonic stepped past Tails and looked around for a moment. “Any way this is another part of the immersion?” 

“...Maybe? Well no, it doesn’t make sense with the theme…” said Tails, “Unless, we’re supposed to think the staff here actually fell victim to evil machines.”

“Or they actually did,” said Sonic. 

They both glanced back to the dark tunnel leading into the attraction proper. A hum of electricity echoed from within the factory. 

“Hello?” shouted Sonic, His voice echoed and faded into the background hum. “Anyone in here?! Is this part of the act?”

Tails felt his ear twitch as he thought he heard something else, a distant scrape, or even yell? It sounded as though it could be part of the humming or Sonics distorted echo. Even still his heartbeat elevated slightly. He then saw Sonic’s ear swivel. 

“Did you hear something?” said Tails.

“I’m not sure,” said Sonic.

Tails felt his tails puff up slightly at Sonic's response. “Same here…”

“Well, let’s check it out!” Sonic turned to Tails and gave him a wide smile. 

Nodding in response, Tails followed Sonic into the dark hall.  If anyone was in actual trouble Sonic could help them. They moved quickly, finding just enough dim light from the buttons and bulbs on several large old terminals along the sides of the hall. Tails kept his eyes and ears focused on everything they passed. First he noticed that this hallway was ramshackled together out of spare metal sheets and bolts.  Many disparate extension cords ran in and out of the walls to the terminals as well. Clearly a lot of work went into moving this equipment around… and maybe an electrical fire should be a real concern. 

A crunch rang out from Tails’ foot. He stopped, and lifted his shoe to see a crushed lollipop. There were a couple other pieces of candy dropped on the ground. Not a good sign. He scanned the area closely and noticed the candy forming a messy trail down the hall. Surely this could be part of the attraction. Signs that some trick or treater had been dragged away, leaving only a trail of candy was a compelling idea. But the trail didn’t lead to a spooky set, it led to a wall. 

“Sonic!” said Tails, “There’s a trail here!”

It took a second, but Sonic appeared from around a corner further down the hall. He still didn’t look worried, which was comforting. But as he opened his mouth, he let out a gasp. In an instant he glared daggers toward Tails, his quills shooting up into spikes. 

Tails’ heart skipped a beat. He managed to dive to the ground and roll away in time to avoid a large shape that hit the ground behind him. It was a badnik.

It was, until Sonic slammed into it with a spin dash. Its body shattered instantly. Most of the shrapnel and Sonic himself tore through the ramshackled wall. The resulting cacophony echoed through the factory. Somewhere in Sonic's path of destruction he must’ve hit some wires as the little light they did have disappeared with a loud pop. All of the terminals and industrial control panels went silent and dark. 

“Are you okay?!” said Sonic from within the hole in the wall.

“Am I okay?!” Tails ran over to the hole and pulled out his tablet. Its flashlight illuminated Sonic, who was completely tangled up in wires and warped metal. “Are YOU okay?!”

“Watch for more!” said Sonic.

Tails knew Sonic was right. He swiveled on his heels and aimed the flashlight to the ceiling. Up in the old rusty rafters hung several dark light fixtures, many industrial sized wires, and more notably some sort of rail. There was a mess of cord all along this sprawling rail line. That was some high end tech for a factory like this. It was also exciting. Scanning his light over more of the rafters revealed that the rails seemed to form a grid. He stopped his light at a trolley wheel fixture that had a cord hanging from it. It was snapped halfway down, looming over the spot the badnik fell.

“Oh.”

Sonic appeared by Tails’ side, accompanied by flying shrapnel. “Are there more?”

“No… Not yet.” 

Tails leaned down and picked up a piece of the badnik. It was the head of a grabber, a spider like badnik. But some of the damage on it was old. He quickly gathered more parts of the badnik to examine the damage closely. Within a minute he had most of it laid out on the ground. It didn’t take long for him to recognize the signs of previous damage, as well as patches on its body. Then he found a cord hanging from a cavity on the badnik. It had been powered by the factory’s electricity.

“Hey bud I know you like this stuff but I think we’ve seen this one before,” said Sonic.

“We have.”

“Okay then let’s get movi-”

“No, we've seen this specific one before. You probably busted it a while ago.” 

Sonic squinted, then his eyes started to widen with realization. Tails couldn’t help but smile as Sonic picked up what he was getting at.

“They made this part of the attraction?”

“Definitely,” said Tails, “It doesn’t even have its brain. It was being run from whatever this cord connects to.”

“Wait…” said Sonic, “You didn’t set all this up to scare me, did you?”

“What, no?”

“It just seems up your alley, literally and metaphorically.”

“If I was trying to scare you I wouldn’t just explain how this works yet. Besides, I’dve put it together a bit better than this.”

“Okay I believe you on the point that you’re a better engineer.”

“But, I do think this came from my stash.”

“... your what.”

“Don’t be mad.”

It didn’t take long for Sonic & Tails to run outside and to his nearby workshop. If Tails was right, then the whole haunted ware-house was being operated from his computer inside. As they reached the secure metal door on the small shack entrance he whipped out his tablet. His security system was still not responding. He growled at this, if someone shut down his security system he was supposed to get an alert about it. 

“Sonic, can you use your spare key?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Have fun.”

With  a woosh Sonic dashed away. Then with a delayed boom Sonic returned and slammed into the door. He bounced backward and careened through the air as the door, and the wall around it, collapsed. Tails took note that he oughta remember where he got that security door. 

After Sonic shook off the impact he accompanied Tails inside. With the press of a button, the floor inside the shack lowered and became a rampway to a bunker below. The collapsed security door slid down the ramp and hit a tripwire. An alarm blared and a large net fell over the door, magnetic weights clamping it down. This was a surprise. His security system was online. Which was worse. 

Luckily none of the further traps and barriers along the path to the control room stopped Sonic as he sped through. This wasn’t by design, but Tails tried not to be bothered by that right now. It wasn’t long until he saw Sonic reach the door to the control room, where he should’ve been stopped by an energy barrier boxing him in. Instead nothing happened. Great. This was a good thing. Very good.

As Sonic forced open the last door Tails ran inside past him. Someone had definitely been here. Most of the space here had been reserved for storing mostly intact badniks, but only a few pieces of scrap were left on the pallets. 

“Oh shit.”

“Tails.”

Tails glared at Sonic, who was giving him a disapproving head shake. This didn’t last long as both started laughing. Things felt a little less tense. 

“Soooo, what were you doing with the badniks?”

“Nothing anymore…” Tails walked across the room to an area with several desks, a foldable mattress on the ground, and a ‘modest’ computer. “Sometimes I went back to help clean places up after we chased Eggman away. Back then I still wanted to know how his badniks worked inside and out. So I brought them here and reassembled them.”

“Without turning them on, right?”

“Duh!” Tails rolled his eyes. “I took out all of their brains. But, they could still be run by direct commands if you hooked a computer up to their empty heads.”

Sonic meandered over to Tails and patted his head. This was distracting, but nice.

“So why’d you think I’d be mad?” said Sonic.

“Because someone found them. Now people might be getting hurt.”

As Tails pressed the power button on his computer, the screen lit up instantly. It didn’t need to boot up. Cool. he also found that there was no longer a password necessary to access his operating system. Nice, very convenient. Tails knew he must’ve been glowering because Sonic nudged him and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Well I know it’s not your fault.”

“How, my security system didn’t work at all apparently.” 

Sonic pointed to a nearby wall. Though it was dark, now that Tails paid attention he could see a large forklift shaped hole in the wall. The hole led directly into the dark basement of the next door factory. A bundle of cords laid across the floor to Tails’ computer, all plugged into a port on the back. 

“Huh.”

“Workplace accident,” said Sonic, “go figure.”

The solution here was obvious, unplug the cords. But, it’d be prudent to check what they were doing first. He dug around the task manager for a bit before finding a terminal emulator running. “Wait what?” Opening the window revealed a screen similar to that on the old terminal in the office, a list of green text. The last output from whatever computer he was connected to claimed to be running a ‘plant containment simulation.’

“So can you shut it down or do I gotta smash some stuff?” said Sonic.

“...Could you try cutting the power lines outside?”

With a woosh Sonic ran outside the workshop bunker. A second later Tails heard a distant snap. An echoing crack and winddown sound emanated from the tunnel into the factory. Then a following powerup sound echoed out accompanied by several bells and alarms. The piercing ringing made his ears twitch as he checked the terminal window again. 

‘ALERT. AUXILIARY POWER ONLINE.”

“How about you don’t,” said Tails.

With a gust of wind Sonic reappeared behind Tails. “Didn’t work huh?”

“I’ll keep trying here, you should probably-”

“Find if anyone’s in trouble, got it!” said Sonic before he ran down the dark tunnel.

“TURN ON YOUR COMMUNICATOR!” shouted Tails.

Tails’ wrist beeped, and Sonic's voice replied over the comm, “Oh yeah, gotcha!”

Typing at an admittedly incredibly fast rate, Tails attempted many generic help commands to find out more about what he was hooked up to. In short order he found it responded with a new window labeled security mainframe. It was sending a constant stream of indecipherable data. As he squinted at this, the computer automatically opened several more windows. Then in quick succession they closed. It was a very good thing he didn’t keep anything important on here. 

Distant echoes of crashes put pressure on him. Then he noticed outputs from the terminal window with each crash, ‘power redirected.’ This usually accompanied a new window opening on his computer that spat out garbage text or fuzzy visuals. “Hey Sonic, can you stop breaking the badniks for a second?”

“If they stop jumping me,” said Sonic over the comm, “can you get some lights on in here?”

“Uh, probably,” Tails entered a couple more commands, and suddenly a wave of hanging lights lit up down the tunnel and inside. “There you go.”

“...Buddy, how many badniks did you have?”

“Why?” Tails was refocused on his computer as he now managed to find a window that opened up a security camera feed. It was fuzzy but he could make out Sonic on the floor, he was staring up at the ceiling. “Uh, hang on.” Tails flipped between cameras, each with incredibly fuzzy feed, some completely black. All were looking at Sonic from different angles. “Hey, are there any cameras looking at the ceiling?”

“...There aren’t any cameras,” said Sonic. 

“Wha-oh…” Tails felt his hands shake. But not from fear. “Okay okay, I’m patched into the badniks. Let me have a look around.”

Tails started flipping through every available feed. Most were in the ceiling above Sonic and the ramshackled haunted-house path. As he found another black screen and went on to the next feed his computer let out a garbled noise. He paused, then went back to the black screen. The garbling resumed. Tails pressed his ear close to the speaker. Then he realized it wasn’t coming from his speakers, it was playing over the factory intercom.  

“Tails, what is that?” said Sonic.

“I don’t know,” said Tails. 

Suddenly a voice could be made out through the garbling. “Hey! Is someone Here? We need Help!!” 

As the voice spoke a garbled ringing escalated through the intercoms, eventually drowning everything else out. The piercing noise made Tails fold his ears down. Since Sonic’s inside it must be worse for him. Then with a loud pop, the intercom, and evidently the lights, went out. A fuse must’ve blown.

“Tails! Where are they? Tails!?” said Sonic over the comm.

“I don’t know!” said Tails. 

Down the tunnel Tails heard the echoes of combat resume. Flipping through the feed on his computer revealed the badniks chasing Sonic as he ran through the floor. Motobugs rolled after him as buzz-bombers swung down at him from the ceiling. 

“Shit, sorry Tails!” said Sonic, as one by one the visual feeds cut out. 

As before, the workshop computer went haywire. Windows opened all over making it impossible to use. Still he managed to reach the terminal window again and attempted several shutdown commands. Each was met with ‘unknown command.’ A growl rose from his throat. He wasn’t able to help at all from here. Screw it then. He reached around the back and pulled the cords out of the port on his computer.

The computer crashed of course. But in the factory all of the old machinery began turning on. With the sound of engines, the song of the factory drowned out everything else. This was bad, it was dark and now Sonic couldn’t hear. Why did the power redirect like that anyway? What was turning everything on? Tails almost dropped the bundle of cords in his hand, then looked at them closely. Oh, duh!

“Sonic! I’m gonna find the main computer, hold on!” shouted Tails into his communicator.

Sonic's response was completely muffled by the running machinery. Right, too loud. 

Plugging his ears with the closest rags he could find, Tails ran through the tunnel and into the factory. He kept his light on the bundle of cords as he followed it along the wall. This path took him behind the set of the haunted ware-house and up a pole to the ceiling. With his spinning tails he flew up into the rafters. There were many more cables here wrapped along the ceiling like old corroded roots. But with the light of his tablet, Tails could discern the bundle of newer cords from the rest. 

Ducking and weaving past cables and rails, Tails heard the occasional crash of Sonic breaking something below him. He glanced down at the dark for a second, seeing only bits of action from flying sparks. Suddenly his body hit a net of cables. He yelped and flailed, nearly dropping his tablet as his tails tangled up in the cables. 

“Ow ow ow!” said Tails as he scrambled to grab the cables above him. Soon he got a grip of one and shined the light on his tails. The knot wasn’t that bad. What was bad was the eyes of a buzz bomber on the other side of the mass of cables. 

“...Please don’t.”

The Buzz-Bomber came to life and fluttered only one in-tact wing. As it charged into the cables, Tails gasped and dropped his tablet. Several cables snapped, allowing the Buzz-Bomber to slam its body into him. They both fell down toward a spinning machine of many spikes and gears. But before they met that fate the cord on the Buzz-Bomber came taut and sent them both swinging back up into the Rafters. Tails kept a tight grip on its thorax as it carried him back up and onto a rusty beam. 

Now on stable footing, Tails kept hold of the Buzz-Bomber while reaching for the cable hooked into its head. It glared at him while trying to fly with its single wing. Tails gave it a smile back. “Thanks, and sorry.” With a hard yank he pulled out the cable and the badnik went limp. 

Now back to that dang bundle of cords. Glancing around, another flash from below showed Tails a large utility tunnel into the ceiling in front of him. Most of the cables and cords, old and new, ran up it. 

“HEY! Up here!” shouted Tails. 

Despite the deafening machinery and Tails’ earplugs, Sonic shouted back, “‘Kay! One sec!”

With a running leap Sonic landed onto the beam next to Tails. An odor of burnt rubber accompanied him. His quills were clearly covered in oil and fine metal dust. That had to be uncomfortable, and yet Sonic just casually stretched like normal. 

The two of them looked up the utility tunnel and saw more darkness. Spooky. Undeterred, Tails took Sonic's hands and flew him up the tunnel, being mindful of anything in his path. 

At the top, they were met with a large open room. In the middle was some sort of dark mass. From within the mass came a series of fuzzy speaker sounds. It’d be really nice to have a light here. As Tails waited and tried to discern what they were looking at, Sonic walked closer. Suddenly a series of red lights lit up the chamber, making Tails jump. Seeing Sonic stiffen up made him feel less embarrassed. But the mass of cables hanging from an Eggman capsule in the ceiling made Tails feel less relaxed. 

Inside the capsule was a small group of mobians. Most of them seemed to be unconscious, but one jackal looked down at them. “H-hey! Watch out!” she said, muffled through some kind of speaker.

“Hang on!” said Sonic. He immediately dashed a lap around the room and jumped up to the tangled up capsule. Then as soon as he touched the wires he seized up. With a flashing arc of electricity Sonic was sent flying off of the capsule. 

Heart jumping in his throat, Tails flew after Sonic and caught him just feet from the ground. He could feel Sonic grip his hand, which was a relief. It shouldn’t have been, Sonic is tough. 

“I’m good. But how do we get them out?” said Sonic.

“Uh…” Tails looked over the wires, they seemed to lower down from the capsule on the ceiling and form a curtain shrouding the middle of the chamber. He took a step toward it. The wires shook and parted, but nothing clearly came out from underneath. Yet cables on the ground shifted around. Each one getting nudged was closer to Tails and Sonic.

 “Sonic.”

“I see it.” 

Tails stepped aside and watched Sonic spindash in that direction. With a loud bong he bounced back. For the moment of impact a much larger than usual chameleon shaped badnik was visible. It was a Newtron, but with bounce pads on its head and back. It continued crawling toward Tails as it returned to invisibility. They could handle this. 

Sonic spun around and hit the Newtron a few more times from each side. Eventually he landed in its path and waited. After a few more steps, the Newtron reappeared with its mouth open toward Sonic who immediately rolled at it. But instead of firing a projectile, a vacuum in the Newtrons mouth sucked Sonic right up. Its tail extended to the curtain of wires and cables, where Sonic was shot into a vacuum tube of some kind and pulled up to the capsule.

Tails’ mouth was wide open as he watched Sonic get dropped into the pile of people inside the wrapped up capsule. 

“Tails,” said Sonic through the muffling of the speaker, “Coulda warned me that Badnik could do that.”

“I didn’t build that one!” said Tails. 

“Okay! But you can handle this!”

Tails made eye contact with the large modified Newtron before it turned invisible again. His heart started pounding more, but he didn’t need to panic. This thing wasn’t that fast. He watched for any cables hooked into its invisible body as he got some distance away. Then he saw it. One black cable rising into the air, the end of it fading into invisibility. He let out a slow breath, then dashed toward it. Using the momentum he flew up into the air right at the cable. But as he almost reached it, he hit the bumper on the Newtrons head.

Tails yelled as he careening up toward the tangled up capsule. Heart pounding, he swung around and used his spinning tails as a brake. His shoes stopped inches short of the exposed high-voltage wires. Looking up he made eye contact with Sonic, and gave him a shaky thumbs up.

“Watch out!!!” 

Tails looked down and saw the Newtron visible again, its jaws open. A powerful vacuum of wind into its mouth started to pull Tails down. He clenched his teeth and spun his tails as hard as he could. But the wind continued dragging him down. There had to be a way out! He was smarter than this. Yet he wasn’t able to fly himself away and the vacuum showed no signs of losing power. 

A series of loud bangs above Tails got his attention. It was Sonic, kicking the side of the capsule repeatedly. It felt awful to make Sonic worry like that. But as they made eye contact Sonic gave him a wink. With one last kick one of the wires fell loose, its torn end casting sparks around. That could work! Tails let the wire fall past him, then stopped spinning his Tails. 

Sparks flew as the Newtron choked on the hot wire. The vacuum in its throat stopped, and Tails landed right on its snout. It made eye contact with him, so he gave it a wink. He then jumped off of its snout and dived toward the cable in its head. The Newtron turned its body invisible again, but Tails managed to reach the cable. He gripped it as hard as he could and tried to fly up, but it was plugged in tight. Growling as he strained, Tails felt the Newtron trying to shake him loose. If it hit him with those bounce pads he’d be back at square one.

That was an idea though. Tightening his grip, Tails bit into the cable. Then he let himself drop. As soon as his feet hit the bounce pad the force shot him away, putting strain on his arms and jaw. Strain the cable couldn’t take. Hearing a snap, he opened his eyes to see himself swinging away from the now powerless Newtron. He’d done it. 

Tails couldn’t help but shout a muffled cheer through the cable in his teeth. This was interrupted by an impact into the ceiling, and a subsequent flop down to the ground. Taking only a moment to catch his breath, Tails cheered and laughed some more. Soon he saw Sonic standing over him with a relieved look on his face. Tails started to stand, but Sonic lifted him up under his arms.

“You good pal?” said Sonic.

“Yep!” Tails wagged his tails despite the soreness in his body, “just jostled.”

“Good! Let's get everyone out of here then!” 

While the others in the capsule were drowsy and thirsty, no one was badly hurt. The costumes most of them wore implied they must’ve been here since Halloween the previous night. One problem emerged as they got ready to lead everyone out though, the factory floor below was still running with dangerous machines everywhere. 

“Hey, do any of you know where the computer running all of this is?” said Tails.

“...Uh, yeah.” A dark green jackal lady with grease matted fur walked forward while rubbing the back of her head. She wore overalls that were pierced with metal shrapnel and blood stains. 

“Are you okay?!” said Tails.

“What? Oh yeah, it's a costume.” 

She led Tails to a wall next to an elevator on the other side of this upper chamber. A panel moved aside easily, revealing a massive computer room. Tails felt his jaw drop in awe, it was beautiful. Rows of ancient electrical computers the size of sheds buzzed and clicked. At the far back wall was one large control panel with a button for every function. As Tails approached and saw several new components plugged into this panel he realized what the problem was.

“You… you supplemented the processing power of the factory with computer chips from badniks?!”

“Yeah, I thought they’d be cool with it,” said the Jackal.

“That’s actually super cool!” Tails looked over at Sonic, “But reckless! So reckless. Irresponsible.”

“Also maybe don’t steal stuff,” said Sonic.

“Everything here’s abandoned,” said the Jackal, “also you look kinda like Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“Dude my computer was obviously way newer than all this,” said Tails. “Did you really think my workshop was part of this factory?”

“I mean it was full of old broken stuff,” said the Jackal.

Tails shook his head and crawled into the control panel computer. It wasn’t hard to find the power supply and unplug it. With that, the entire factory shut down with a whine. He looked at the badnik computers for a moment then left them plugged in as he crawled back out. 

“Okay, these Badniks should stop trying to kill us with assembly lines now,” said Tails.

“Oh before you guys go, did our Haunted Ware-House scare you at all?” said the Jackal.

“At most it was startling sometimes,” said Sonic, “but I’m used to danger, so I’m not a good metric for that.”

“I did like the aesthetic!” said Tails. 

With the danger passed, Sonic and Tails lead the staff and kids out of the factory. In that time Tails grilled the staff more about how they’d set all this up. Apparently the Newtron sucking people into a capsule was supposed to be the main attraction. But then it didn’t release anything it had sucked up afterwards like it was supposed to. Even still this ‘Haunted Ware-House’ seemed pretty neat, maybe they could run a safer version next year.

But not at this sight, as within minutes of everyone escaping out the front, the old factory became engulfed with flames. A strong scent of burnt rubber as it started told Tails exactly why. “Electrical fires spread scary fast. Neat.” 

“I guess the true haunting was the safety violations we made along the way,” said the Jackal.

“This is one awesome fire though,” said Sonic. “But yeah, you all could’ve died if we hadn’t showed up.”

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The benefits of overlays include enhancing structural integrity, sealing cracks to prevent water damage, improving appearance, and being cost-effective. They extend the life of parking lots, providing businesses with a fresh surface and avoiding the disruption of full replacements.

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Essential Equipment for Asphalt Repair: By AARental in Texas

Introduction : Asphalt repair is a crucial part of maintaining driveways, parking lots, and roadways in Texas. To ensure the job is done efficiently and effectively, specific equipment is required. In this article, we will explore the essential equipment used for asphalt repair, with insights from AARental, a reputable equipment rental company in Texas. Asphalt Compactors : Asphalt compactors, also known as rollers, are vital in asphalt repair projects. These heavy machines are designed to compress and compact asphalt to achieve the desired density and smoothness. There are two primary types of compactors used in asphalt repair: vibratory rollers, which use vibrations to compact the material, and static rollers, which rely on the machine's weight to compact the asphalt. The choice of compactor depends on the specific repair requirements and the size of the project. Asphalt Pavers : Asphalt pavers are essential for laying a smooth and even layer of fresh asphalt during repair or resurfacing. These machines evenly distribute and shape the asphalt mixture, ensuring a consistent thickness and proper compaction. Asphalt pavers come in various sizes and configurations, allowing for versatility in different repair projects, from small patches to large-scale resurfacing jobs. Asphalt Recyclers : Asphalt recyclers are environmentally friendly equipment used to rejuvenate and reuse existing asphalt material. These machines heat and reprocess reclaimed asphalt pavement (RAP) to produce high-quality hot mix asphalt. Recycling asphalt reduces waste and the need for new materials, making it a sustainable choice for repair projects. Asphalt recyclers are particularly useful for patching and maintaining existing surfaces. Infrared Heaters : Infrared heaters are specialized equipment used for repairing localized asphalt damage, such as potholes and cracks. These machines use infrared radiation to heat the damaged area, making it workable without damaging the surrounding asphalt. Once heated, the repair crew can add fresh asphalt mix to the area and compact it effectively. Infrared heaters are known for their ability to produce long-lasting and seamless repairs. Asphalt Crack Sealing Equipment : To prevent water infiltration and further deterioration, crack sealing is a vital part of asphalt repair. Crack sealing equipment includes crack sealers and melters, designed to heat and apply specialized crack sealing materials to seal and waterproof cracks in the asphalt surface. Conclusion : Asphalt repair projects in Texas demand the right equipment for efficient and lasting results. From asphalt compactors and pavers to recyclers, infrared heaters, and crack-sealing equipment, having access to the appropriate tools is essential. For businesses and contractors seeking reliable equipment for asphalt repair, AARental in Texas provides a range of rental options to support successful repair projects.

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RS-60 asphalt crack sealing machine is deal for repairing in roads, pavements, driveways, concrete foundations, parking lots and other asphalt or concrete surfaces. It’s also suitable of sealing joints of concrete plates and sealing after road excavation works.

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DIY Projects You Can Do With An Excavator

Excavators are powerful machines that help clear away debris and unwanted plants from your property. If you're considering buying an excavator, here are some projects you can do with it.

Excavating a Driveway

Excavating a driveway can be a great way to improve the look of your property and make it more accessible. You can do various projects with an excavator, like removing old pavement or creating a new foundation. If you're unsure where to start, explore our blog for ideas.

Excavating a Yard

You can do many projects with an excavator, from removing a concrete slab to digging a hole for a new driveway. Here are five popular projects to get you started:

Remove a Concrete Slab: If you have a concrete slab that needs to be removed, an excavator can easily break it up and haul it away.

Dig a Hole for a New Driveway: A new driveway can be created by digging a hole down to the desired depth and then lining it with asphalt or concrete.

Clear Away Trees or Other Obstacles: An excavator can easily clear away trees or other obstacles in your yard.

Excavate for Building Sites: If you're planning to build something in your yard, an excavator can help you get started.

Dig Up Irregularly Sited Objects: An excavator can help you get something out if something is buried underground.

Excavating a Pool

If you're looking for a fun project to keep you busy, digging up a pool may be the perfect solution! Here are four projects you can do with an excavator:

Dig a new pool. If your existing pool is in bad shape or you want a bigger one, excavation is the perfect way to get started. First, determine the pool size you want and hire an excavator to dig it out.

Repair an existing pool. If heavy rains or strong winds have damaged your pool, excavation may be your best repair option. Hire an excavator to remove any damaged materials and replace them with fresh concrete or sand.

Add on to an existing pool. If you don't have room for a new pool but want to expand your current one, excavation is the perfect solution! Hire an excavator to dig down below the ground level and add extra feet of water.

Build a new pool from scratch. If you have the space and money, construction by hand is an option! Excavation is only one part of the process - constructing a sturdy foundation and lining the pool with waterproof material are

Repairing Damaged Walls

If you're using an excavator to remove soil or debris, it's important to be aware of the potential for damage to walls. Walls can sustain damage from the digging process, and if the wall is not repaired correctly, it can become structurally unsound and require replacement. Here are some repairs you can make with an excavator:

If the excavation process has damaged your wall, your first step is to assess the damage. If the wall is a little bit damaged, you can repair it using a few supplies from your excavator's toolbox. However, if the wall is more severely damaged, you need to call a professional contractor to repair it.

To repair a wall damaged by excavator activity, remove any debris lodged in the crack or hole in the wall. Then, use a patch kit to seal the crack or hole with a rubberised material called "gaskets." Make sure to install the gaskets in the correct direction (for example, if you're repairing a hole in the top of the wall, install them on the outside).

If you need to hire an excavator in Australia, Ryno Hires is the perfect place to go. We have a broad selection of excavators to choose from, and we can provide you with all the info you need to get started. Our team of experts are here to help you find the perfect excavator for your needs, and we'll be happy to answer any ambiguities you have. So whether you're looking for a small machine that can handle simple tasks or a powerful machine that can tackle more complex projects, we have something for you.

[protexion]

When talking about Insulated floor coating paints the most common types of insulation that are thought of when the term "insulation" is used are the pink fiberglass batts that are used in attics and walls and the expanding spray foam products that are used to seal cracks and crevices. But are paints and other coatings of a similar nature insulating? It turns out that they do in some cases. Insulating paints, insulating coatings, insulative paint, and weather barrier coatings (WBCs) are all variants of the same product that combine the decorative qualities of a paint or coating with the energy conservation advantages of a thermal barrier.

Insulated floor coating and paints that insulate are what?

When applied to a surface, insulated floor coating and paints are typically a group of products that can provide thermal insulation. Most of the time, they are made to be applied with a sprayer if the sprayer's filters are the right porosity or are taken out to let the coating and its additives stick to the substrate.

Insulated floor coating and paints that insulate will typically adhere to a surface or substrate that is clean and dry, such as steel, wood, concrete, masonry block, brick, asphalt shingles, plastic, glass, or canvas, to name a few common materials.

How Insulated floor coating and paints Work A lot of thermal insulating paints and coatings work by adding insulating ceramic or glass particles to the substrate of the paint or coating. It is thought that the presence of these particles makes the surface more reflective, preventing heat energy from entering or leaving painted or coated surfaces. Therefore, radiant heat from the sun would reflect rather than be absorbed into the wall and transmitted by conduction to the interior wall surfaces (and ultimately to the air in the building) in buildings whose walls have been treated with an insulating paint or coating. This decrease in transmitted heat may reduce the amount of energy required by air conditioning systems during the summer. Similarly, in colder weather, the internal (heated) air's heat loss through the walls could be reduced, saving money on heating. The application of insulating paints and coatings to surfaces other than a building's envelope follows the same general principle. Similar advantages may accrue to any component of a machine or process that is subject to heat transmission and aims to decrease the rate of heat loss (or gain).

How Insulating Paints and Coatings Are Used Insulated floor coating and paints are used in two main ways. The first is intended for use as a coating to insulate an exterior building. The coating could be applied to the building's exterior walls and roof as well as its interior walls and ceilings in this scenario. These coatings can be used as a primer over which a top coat of standard paint can be applied, or they can be tinted and applied as a finish coat. The application could be for residential or commercial buildings. Many dry to an appearance similar to latex paint; Others appear to be more pebbled. These coatings typically have low VOC levels certified to them, making them safe to use indoors in occupied spaces. In fact, some of these coatings emit fewer VOCs than many common paints currently on the market.

Coatings that contain corrosion inhibitors, in addition to their thermal insulating properties, can improve the stability of steel and other substrates that may be susceptible to corrosion. Insulating paints and coatings are frequently used on metal roofs and structures due to this property.

Insulating paints and coatings can also be used in industrial settings. Insulating machinery and equipment in plants and facilities like these are examples of industrial uses:

Paper mills (storage vessels, tanks, and ductwork), textile plants (dying and drying ovens, washers, and steam generators), paper mills (storage vessels, tanks, and ductwork), asphalt (storage tanks, asphalt vehicles), petrochemical processing (heat exchangers, boilers), food processing facilities (commercial fryers, sterilizers, brewery pipework), sugar mills and refineries (steam lines, tanks), chemical plants (pipelines, pressure valves, and process equipment Zinc phosphate, barium metaborate, and strontium chromate are examples of common corrosion inhibitors. Corrosion Under Insulation (CUI) is a condition in which trapped moisture penetrates the insulating jacket and becomes trapped between the substrate and the insulation. This can both reduce the effectiveness of the insulating material and contribute to potential corrosion in metals. Traditional fiber insulation can also be used in high humidity indoor environments.

Insulating paints and coatings outperform other types of insulation in that they can be applied without touching heated surfaces and without shutting down equipment, saving money on facility downtime costs. Because these products are sprayed onto the substrate with an applicator, they can also be used in tight spaces where it would be difficult to install other types of thermal barriers. Insulating paints and coatings also have the ability to lessen the likelihood of contaminating production processes in circumstances where contamination is a major concern.

Insulating paints and coatings can reduce the accumulation of mold, mildew, bacteria, and other moisture-related conditions that can occur in high-humidity environments, as well as help protect operators from accidental exposure to high temperatures by adding a thermal barrier to reduce heat energy transfer.

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Beyond Expectations (V2)

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Category: Smut CW: Virgin Spencer, Oral Sex, Fingering, Degradation, Praise, Loss of Virginity, Riding, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Cumplay, Dominate Reader. WC: 8,518 After driving Spencer home he invites Y/N in out of the rain (Not Proof Read) Master List

Spencer Reid was a man of routine, his life as meticulously organized as the stacks of paperwork lining his desk at the BAU. His spectacles perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he peered into the abyss of criminal psychology. The dimly lit room of the Behavioral Analysis Unit hummed with the murmur of his colleagues' voices, each one a cog in the intricate machine of justice. His mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of the latest crime scene with the finesse of a master chess player.

Yet amidst the chaos of their work, Spencer's thoughts often drifted to his colleague, Y/N L/N. Her sharp wit and unyielding resolve had captured his attention from the moment he had met her. He'd noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she cracked a case, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked, and the softness of her lips when she spoke. But it was her confidence that truly fascinated him, a contrast to his own insecurities about his physical appearance.

The rain had started to fall in a gentle patter against the office window, casting a gloomy veil over the city. Spencer, lost in thought, barely registered the droplets of water tracing patterns down the glass. Y/N, noticing his preoccupation, approached him with a knowing smile. "Looks like you're going to need a ride home tonight, Reid," she said, her voice like a siren's call, pulling him from his introspection.

Spencer looked up at her, his heart skipping a beat. He had always felt a palpable tension between them, a silent dance of desire that he was too shy to acknowledge. But the way she offered, the smoulder in her eyes, suggested something more than just a friendly gesture. He nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Thank you, Y/N. I'd appreciate that."

They made their way to the elevator, the silence thick with unspoken intentions. The doors slid open, revealing the empty metal box that would take them down to the parking garage. She stepped in first, her heels clicking against the floor as she turned to face him. Spencer followed, his eyes drawn to the curve of her hips as she leaned against the railing. The doors closed with a soft thud, sealing them in their own little world.

Y/N reached over and pressed the button for the ground floor, her hand lingering on the panel a moment longer than necessary. She stepped closer, her body heat radiating towards him.Spencer's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild animal trying to escape. The elevator descended, the lights flickering as it passed each floor. The cables groaned with the weight of their anticipation, each second stretching into an eternity.

When the elevator reached the parking garage, the doors slid open to reveal the dimly lit space. The scent of rain and asphalt filled the air as they stepped out into the cool embrace of the night. Y/N led the way to her car, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the cavernous garage.

They slid into the confined space of her car, the leather seats cool against their skin. She turned the ignition, the engine purring to life, and reversed out of the spot. As they drove through the garage, the headlights cast eerie shadows on the concrete walls, illuminating their faces in brief moments of stark clarity. Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as he stole glances at Y/N, her eyes focused on the road ahead, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

He tried to start a casual conversation, his voice wavering slightly. "So, how was your day?" But his usual eloquence had abandoned him, leaving only a stumbling mess of words. He felt his cheeks flush, the heat of his embarrassment creeping up his neck.

Y/N glanced at him, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "My day was fine, Reid," she replied, her tone a bit more playful than usual. "How about yours?"

Spencer's mind raced, trying to come up with something, anything, to say that wouldn't make him sound like a babbling fool. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of nerves. "It was… productive," he managed, his voice a whisper compared to the roar of his thoughts.

Y/N's smile grew wider, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "It's Friday night, Reid. We've got a rare free weekend ahead of us. You should let your hair down," she said, her eyes flicking to the side of his head where his short, slick hair grazed his ears.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Spencer swallowed, his throat dry. "I-I don't know if I know how to do that," he confessed, his gaze drifting to her profile, illuminated by the dashboard lights.

The rain grew heavier as they approached his apartment, the wipers swiping back and forth in a rhythmic dance to keep the windshield clear. Y/N slowed down, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she navigated the treacherous streets. Water gushed in rivers along the gutters, the night's darkness closing in around them. The city lights were a blurred mosaic through the downpour, reflecting off the wet pavement.

Spencer couldn't help but worry about her driving in such conditions. He knew she was capable, but the intensity of the storm was unnerving. "Are you sure you're okay to drive in this?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N shot him a sideways glance, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "I've driven in worse, Reid," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through the car. "But if you're worried, I could always wait the storm out at your place"

The suggestion was loaded, a silent invitation that made Spencer's stomach flip-flop with excitement. His cheeks burned with a blush that was impossible to hide in the dim car interior. He knew what she was offering, and the thought of it made his heart race. His mind raced with scenarios, each more tantalizing than the last. He wanted that so badly, the ache in his chest was almost painful.

As they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, the rain had turned into a torrential downpour. The droplets hit the windshield with such ferocity that it was hard to see anything beyond the smeared lights of the other vehicles. Spencer's eyes remained glued to Y/N, his breath shallow, his thoughts racing faster than the water droplets that danced across the glass.

Her proposition hung in the air, thick and charged like the electricity that crackled outside. He tried to respond with the same cool confidence she exuded, but his voice betrayed him, coming out as a strained whisper. "I-I guess that could work." The words barely left his mouth before he felt a rush of heat to his cheeks, hoping she couldn't hear the desperation in his voice.

They dashed through the rain, their laughter mingling with the sound of the downpour. Spencer fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking with anticipation. Finally, the lock clicked open, and they tumbled into the warm embrace of his apartment. Y/N shrugged off her wet coat, revealing the curve of her breasts under her tight blouse, and Spencer couldn't help but stare. He felt a sudden jolt of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. He had always been so sure that she was out of his league.

The apartment was a testament to his solitary life, filled with towering bookshelves that lined the walls from floor to ceiling. The scent of old paper and leather bound volumes filled the air, creating a cozy cocoon that was as much a part of Spencer as his glasses. Y/N took it all in with a nod of approval, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took a step closer to him.

"Nice place," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She moved through the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the sofa, her hips swaying in a way that was both mesmerizing and infuriating. Spencer felt his throat tighten as he watched her, his eyes drawn to the way the fabric of her blouse clung to her damp skin.

"Thanks," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed the door behind them, the sound of the storm outside now muffled by the thick barrier of his apartment. The room felt smaller with her in it, the air charged with a tension that made it difficult to breathe.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with something that made his stomach flip. "You know, Reid," she began, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to stroke his very soul. "You've always been so… proper." She took a step closer, her heels clicking with every movement. "But I have a feeling that underneath all that," she paused, her eyes raking over his lanky frame, "there's a wild side just dying to come out and play."

Spencer swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never seen this side of Y/N, this seductive, playful creature that seemed to have emerged from the shadows of the storm. Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself nodding in silent agreement.

"But you know," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I've noticed something about you, Reid." She took another step closer, the scent of her perfume, something floral and exotic, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. "You're always so… inhibited. So concerned with what others think."

Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as she reached out, her fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the heat of her body, so close to his own, and he knew that this was his moment. He had to be brave, had to take the plunge into the unknown.

Y/N stepped closer, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in. "I want you, Reid," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill of excitement through him. "But I need to know that you can handle me."

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers trailing over the thin fabric of his shirt to rest on his hip bone. He sucked in a sharp breath, his mind racing with the possibilities of what she meant.

Spencer had never been with a woman like Y/N. In fact, he had never been with a woman in the way he knew she was suggesting. A solitary blowjob in college had been the extent of his sexual experience. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or ridicule.

But what he saw was something else entirely. It was a hunger, a need that seemed to consume her. And in that moment, Spencer realized that she didn't just want him; she wanted all of him, even the parts he had always been so ashamed of. The idea was intoxicating, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once.

He had always been self-conscious about his lack of sexual experience, his virginity a constant source of inadequacy in his mind. The few times he had been intimate with others, it was awkward and not very good. He had resigned himself to a life of quiet solitude, his only release the occasional visit to a porn site where he could find comfort in the anonymity of his own hand.

But here was Y/N, the woman he had secretly desired for so long, telling him that she wanted him, despite his imperfections. He felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of excitement and fear that made his knees feel like they might give out. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

Y/N reached up and slipped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was as fiery as the passion in her eyes. Spencer's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lost himself in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue danced with his, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited them both.

The fear from his high school days crept into his mind, memories of humiliation and rejection. But he pushed them aside, focusing on the here and now. This wasn't a prank, this was real. Y/N's body pressed against his, her curves moulding to his angular frame, was all the proof he needed. He wanted this, needed this, more than he had ever needed anything before.

Spencer's hands trembled as they found their way to the buttons of her blouse, his fingers fumbling in his haste. He felt her chuckle against his mouth, a sound that was both soothing and arousing. "Easy there, Einstein," she murmured, her hands covering his, guiding him. "Let me do the honours."

With a deftness that seemed to belie the urgency of the moment, Y/N began to undo the buttons on her wet shirt. One by one, they slipped through their holes, revealing the skin beneath. Her bra was damp, the fabric clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Spencer couldn't tear his eyes away, his mouth going dry at the sight of her.

When she had undone enough, she shrugged off the garment, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He had seen them before, in his fantasies, but never so close, never so real. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples hard little points that begged for his touch. He reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing the soft flesh. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N reached behind her, unclasping her bra with an ease that spoke of experience. The fabric fell away, and Spencer's breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, tips peaked with desire. He cupped one in his hand, feeling the weight of it, the warmth of her skin against his palm. His thumb brushed over the nipple, and she moaned, arching her back.

The sound was like music to his ears, a symphony of need that surged through his body. He leaned down, capturing her nipple with his mouth, sucking gently. Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The taste of her was like nothing he had ever experienced, a heady mix of salt and sweet that made him want more.

Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. Spencer moaned against her skin, his hands exploring the contours of her body. He felt the warmth of her flesh beneath his fingertips, the softness of her curves, the strength of her muscles. It was like he was discovering a treasure trove of sensations, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his touch, her body responding to him in ways she hadn't expected. She had always known that Spencer was a man of hidden depths, but this side of him was something she had never imagined.

As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, Spencer felt the cold air of the room hit his skin, sending goosebumps racing down his spine. Y/N's gaze travelled over his chest, lingering on the sharp points of his hip bones before dropping to the bulge in his pants. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she reached for the zipper.

"Let's see what you're working with, Reid," she murmured, her voice thick with desire

Her hand slipped inside, her warmth surrounding his cock. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the softness of her skin against his own. He was hard, so hard it was almost painful, and she chuckled at his obvious arousal.

Her hand began to move, stroking him in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his knees weak. Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But with each stroke, he found himself getting harder, his body betraying his fears.

"Look at me," Y/N demanded, her voice firm. Spencer's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The fire in her gaze burned away any last traces of doubt.

With a sense of determination that surprised even himself, Spencer stepped out of his pants, his cock standing proud despite his nerves. Y/N's eyes never left his, a smirk playing on her lips as she sank to her knees before him.

The coldness of the floor against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from Spencer's body. She took him in her hand, her thumb tracing the length of his shaft. "You know," she said, her voice a purr, "a cock this pretty needs some special attention."

Y/N leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she took his cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing him before taking him deeper. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as she began to suck with an enthusiasm that belied the size of her mouthful. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she took him in deeper, her eyes never leaving his.

He could feel the tension building, the pressure rising with every bob of her head. His hands found their way into her hair, his fingers tightening as he struggled to keep from thrusting into her mouth. He knew he was inexperienced, something he'd always been self-conscious about, but the way she was looking at him, the way she was worshipping him with her mouth, it was like nothing else mattered.

Y/N pulled away for a moment, her lips glistening in the soft light of the room. "Tell me, Spencer," she purred, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Has anyone ever put their mouth on you like this before?"

Spencer's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he thought back to his college days, the fumbling attempts with his first partner. "Once," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But it wasn't… it wasn't like this."

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and triumph. "Well, then," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down his spine. "I'm going to have to show you how it's really done."

With that, she took him in her mouth again, her movements more deliberate, more forceful. Spencer's eyes widened as she began to degrade him, whispering sweet nothings that were anything but sweet. "You like that, don't you, you little virgin?" she teased, her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin. "You've never had a woman treat you like this before, have you?"

Her words stung, but the sensation was oddly arousing. He had always been the object of ridicule for his innocence, but here she was, turning his inexperience into something desirable. He felt a strange thrill at the thought of being her plaything, her little secret to corrupt.

Her eyes never left his, watching his every reaction as she continued to suck him off. Each time she pulled away, she'd whisper something degrading, something that should have made him feel small and insignificant, but instead it made him feel aroused. She was playing a game, and he was all too eager to play along.

"Mm, you like that, don't you, Reid?" she said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she licked her lips. "You're such a slut for it, aren't you?"

Spencer could only moan in response, his eyes glazed over with lust. He had never been talked to like this before, never been made to feel so…small. But instead of shrinking away, he felt himself growing harder, his body craving more of her degradation.

Y/N noticed his lack of verbal response and pulled away, her eyes narrowing. "I said, do you like that?" she demanded, her grip on his cock tightening.

Spencer's breath was ragged, his eyes snapping back to hers. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Y/N's smirk grew as she released his cock with a wet pop. She rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. "Good," she said, her voice still that sweet, sultry purr. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Spencer's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, now only clad in a scrap of cotton that barely contained her. Y/N stepped out of the pool of fabric, standing before him in nothing but her drenched panties. The fabric clung to her, revealing the tantalizing outline of her sex.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees, his cock still standing proud despite the cold floor beneath him. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with need. "Let me taste you."

Y/N's smirk grew wider as she stepped closer, the damp fabric of her panties brushing against his face. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her skin. "You want this, don't you?" she taunted, her voice a sweet symphony of seduction. "You want to taste me, to prove that you're not the inexperienced little boy everyone thinks you are."

Spencer nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew he was falling into a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself. The desire to please her, to show her that he could be what she needed, was all-consuming.

"Why should I let you?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.

Spencer's eyes searched hers, finding the desire that lay just beneath the surface of her playful banter. He knew that she was testing him, pushing his boundaries to see just how far he would go. And he was more than willing to oblige.

"Because I want to," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'll do anything to make you feel good."

Y/N's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and desire. "Anything?" she repeated, her hand sliding down to the waistband of her soaked panties.

Spencer's heart hammered in his chest as he nodded. "Anything," he confirmed, his voice thick with need.

With a dramatic flourish, Y/N slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She was bare before him, her sex glistening with arousal. Spencer's mouth watered at the sight, his cock pulsing with excitement.

Her pussy was a thing of beauty, a small strip of hair leading down to her swollen pussy lips. Spencer felt his heart race as he took in the view, his eyes drinking in every detail. The scent of her desire filled the air, a sweet musk that made his head spin.

"Prove it," she challenged, stepping closer so that his nose was almost touching her sex. Spencer didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet and salty, a flavour that was uniquely her. He moaned, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips as he buried his face between her legs.

Y/N's hands found their way into his gelled hair, her nails digging into his scalp as he began to lick her in earnest. He knew he had to make this good. His tongue danced over her clit, tracing the sensitive flesh with a gentle pressure that had her hips bucking against his face.

The sound of her moans filled the room, drowning out the storm outside. Spencer felt a surge of power, his inhibitions slipping away as he tasted her, felt her tremble against his mouth. He had read about this, studied it in his endless quest for knowledge, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it.

Her legs began to quiver, and she reached down to steady herself, her hand finding the back of his head. "Don't stop," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea that only spurred him on. Spencer's tongue slid inside her, exploring her wetness, tasting her deeply. He felt her thighs tighten around his head, her hips moving in time with his mouth.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her breath coming in pants as she thrust against his tongue. The sight of her, so powerful and in control, yet so vulnerable in her pleasure, was more erotic than any of the images he had encountered in his vast research. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each pass.

Spencer's hands reached around to steady himself, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. He felt the muscles clench beneath his touch, her hips moving in a silent demand for more. He eagerly obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, his hands squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the pulse of his own desire.

As Y/N's moans grew more insistent, Spencer felt a thrill of triumph. He had done this, brought her to this point of pleasure with nothing but his mouth and his willingness to submit to her every whim. He licked and sucked, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her against his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Reid," she gasped, her voice shaky. "You're so good at this." Her praise was like a balm to his soul, soothing the wounds of his past rejections. He felt his cock throb, the blood rushing to his head as he worked harder, his tongue flicking and teasing her swollen clit.

"You're… you're so… oh god," she panted, her nails digging into his scalp. He felt a rush of pleasure at her words, his own insecurities momentarily forgotten. He had never been praised like this, never been told that he was good at something so intimate, so raw.

Her hips bucked harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge. Spencer's tongue moved faster, flicking and teasing, pushing her closer to the precipice. And then, with a cry she came, her juices flooding his mouth and painting his face with her essence.

Spencer sat back on his heels, watching as Y/N's legs wobbled. Her breath came in short pants, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He felt a smug satisfaction, his cock pulsing with the need for more. He reached for his glasses, wiping them clean with the hem of his discarded shirt before sliding them back onto his nose.

"Your turn," she murmured, her voice a seductive promise. She reached for him, her hand guiding him to his feet. The room was a mess, their clothes scattered like confetti on the floor, but all Spencer could focus on was the desire in her eyes.

He took her hand, leading her to his bedroom with a confidence he hadn't felt in years. The room was sparse, his bed the only real piece of furniture. It was neat, almost monastic in its simplicity. But the storm outside painted the walls with shadows, giving the room an atmosphere of barely contained passion.

"Lay back," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Spencer complied, his heart racing as he felt the mattress give beneath him. He watched as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with a grace that belied the fierce hunger in her eyes.

Y/N begins to grind her pussy against his cock, the tip nudging her clit with every movement. Spencer can feel the warmth of her, the wetness of her arousal coating his shaft. It's a sensation that's both terrifying and exhilarating, and he can't help but let out a low moan.

"Mm, you like that, don't you?" she purrs, her hips rocking against him. "But let's see if you know how to use that thing," she says, her voice a seductive challenge. The words should sting, but instead, they only serve to excite him further. He feels a thrill of anticipation, his cock twitching in response to her challenge.

Y/N's wetness coats his tip as she lowers herself onto him, the slick heat of her pussy making him gasp. Slowly, oh so slowly, she takes him in, her eyes never leaving his. The feeling is indescribable, the pressure of her tightness surrounding him, the way she seems to grip him.

"Don't cum too quickly, Spencer," she whispers, her voice a teasing taunt. "I've heard that's what virgins do, isn't it? Just spurt their little seed like they're not even worth the effort."

Spencer moans, his eyes squeezed shut, the words a potent mix of degradation and arousal. He's never been talked to like this before, never been made to feel so…used. But with each syllable that drips from her lips, his cock only grows harder, his need for her more intense. He can feel her wetness, her heat, surrounding him, her walls tightening around him as she takes him deeper.

The plushness of Y/N's thighs and ass slapped down on his bony hips with a sound that echoed through the room, each impact sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. It was a symphony of desire, a rhythm that spoke of her dominance and his submission. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her flesh against his own, the slickness of their mingled arousal.

"Look at me, Spencer," she ordered, her voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at me while I fuck you like the inexperienced little virgin you are." He knew he should be offended, but instead, he felt a strange thrill at her words. It was as if she was peeling away the layers of his inexperience, revealing the raw, needy man beneath.

"Is that all you've got, Reid?" she taunted, her voice a whip crack of challenge. "This is what you're going to give me?" Her words stung, but not in the way he expected. Instead, they fuelled a burning need inside him, a need to prove himself, to show her that he could make her scream with pleasure.

Spencer's grip tightened on the bedsheets, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to ride him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He knew he had to do more, had to push her over the edge. He reached up, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Y/N gasped, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before snapping open again.

"Is that all you've got, Reid?" she sneered, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. "This is what you call fucking me?"

Spencer's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He knew she was playing with him, pushing his buttons, but he couldn't help the way her words affected him. He bucked his hips upwards, trying to drive himself deeper into her, to silence her with his passion.

"I can do better," he murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and defiance. "I'll make you cum."

Her smirk grew wider as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Prove it," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear.

Spencer's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm as he guided her movements. He began to thrust upwards, meeting her every downward motion with a force that belied his scrawny frame. He watched as her eyes grew wide, her mouth parting in a silent gasp as he found a rhythm that hit just the right spot.

Her breath grew ragged, her tits bouncing with each thrust. He could see the beginnings of a flush spreading across her chest, her nipples hardening into tight buds. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock in a way that was both maddening and exhilarating. He knew she was close, could feel the tension coiling in her body like a spring ready to snap.

With a feral growl, Spencer reached down to her clit, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He needed her to come before he did. His thumb circled the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure. Y/N's eyes shot open, meeting his with a look of surprise and desire.

Her hips began to move faster, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the beginnings of her climax building. Spencer felt it, too, the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her muscles began to quiver. He knew he had her, knew he could give her what she wanted.

He'd trained himself for this moment, countless nights spent alone in his apartment, his hand around his cock, willing himself to hold back, to last longer. He'd read about it, studied the techniques, the psychological tricks that could make a man feel like a god in the bedroom. And now, as he felt Y/N's pussy clench around him, he knew it had paid off.

Spencer's thrusts grew more deliberate, his movements more precise. Each time she moaned, each time her walls clenched around him, he felt his resolve strengthen. Spencer knew intellectually it was about knowing the body, about reading the subtle cues, the hidden language of desire.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, her hands on his chest as she began to ride him in earnest. Spencer watched, his eyes glued to the sight of her pussy swallowing his cock, her clit grinding against his pelvis. The sight was enough to make him feel like he was going to explode. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts as he squeezed and pinched her nipples in time with her movements.

Her eyes snapped to his, the challenge clear. "You like watching me take your cock, don't you?" she gasped, her hips moving faster, her pussy tightening around him. Spencer could feel the beginnings of his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with every stroke. He nodded, unable to form words, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's movements grew erratic, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Spencer felt her tighten around him, her pussy clamping down like a vice. And then, with a strangled cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, his own cock pulsing with the power of her release.

Her eyes snapped shut, her head thrown back as she rode the waves of pleasure. Spencer watched her, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the sight of her coming on his cock pushing him to the edge.

Y/N's pussy was tight around him, pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax. He could feel the wetness of her release, the warmth of it against his skin. He was so close, his entire body coiled tight like a spring.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Spencer came. His eyes rolled back in his head, his back arching off the bed as ropes of cum shot from his cock, filling her completely. It was more than he had ever produced, a testament to the intensity of his arousal.

Y/N felt the warmth of his release, the sheer volume of it a surprise. Her pussy was flooded with his cum, the sensation of it dripping out of her making her gasp. She had never felt so filled, so used, and it was intoxicating. She stared down at him, her own climax still echoing through her body.

Spencer's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his chest heaving with the effort of his release. He watched her, his own arousal mixing with a hint of vulnerability that she found utterly endearing. "Did I… did I do okay?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Y/N's smirk softened into a smile as she leaned down to kiss him. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice a warm caress against his lips. "You're a quick study."

Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him, his chest tightening with a feeling that was a mix of satisfaction and affection. He had done it, proven to her his worth as a lover. Her praise was a balm to his soul, soothing the insecurities that had plagued him for so long.

Y/N slid off of him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lay down beside him, her skin glistening with sweat and the remnants of their passion. The storm outside had reached a crescendo, the rain pounding against the windows.

Spencer looked down at his cock, now softening, and felt a moment of doubt. But before it could take root, she reached over and took his hand, interlocking their fingers. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Her praise was all he needed to banish his insecurities. He turned to her, pulling her into his arms. They lay there, their bodies tangled together, listening to the storm outside. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the quiet sounds of their mingled breaths.

Spencer felt a sudden need to take care of her, to clean her up after their passionate encounter. He pulled away gently and whispered, "I'll be right back." He slid out of bed, his legs unsteady from the intensity of their lovemaking.

The bathroom was a short walk away, but it felt like a mile as he stumbled through the darkened hallway, his mind racing with the reality of what had just happened. He flicked on the light and grabbed a soft washcloth, running it under the warm tap. The water was like a lifeline, grounding him in the moment.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Y/N exactly as he'd left her, sprawled across his bed, the sheets a rumpled mess around her. The sight of her made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.

"Let me," he murmured, his voice a soft request as he approached her with the washcloth. He was eager to show her that he cared, that he was attentive to her needs even in the aftermath of their passion.

Y/N watched him through hooded eyes, her breathing still ragged from her orgasm. She nodded, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she spread her legs wider, giving him full access. Spencer's eyes fell to her sex, still wet and swollen from their encounter. He felt a thrill run through him, a mix of awe and desire as he knelt beside the bed.

He took the washcloth and gently began to clean her up, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight of his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Each dribble was a testament to his power, his ability to satisfy her. It was a visual representation of his triumph, a silent declaration that he was more than enough.

But as he worked, Spencer couldn't help but feel a thrill of something darker, something that called to the depths of his kinks. The need to claim her, to mark her as his own, grew stronger with every stroke of the cloth. And so, with a decision made in a split second, he set the washcloth aside. His fingers, still slick from the warm water, slid over her folds, collecting his own cum before pushing it back inside her.

The sight of his fingers disappearing into her, the way her pussy took him in, was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. He watched as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed as he played with his own seed. The feeling of her tightness, the way she gripped his fingers, was intoxicating.

Spencer's mind raced with all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her feel good. His fingers moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing in and out, the warmth of her body enveloping him. He could feel her growing wetter, her walls quivering around him. It was as if she was begging for more, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his hand. She wrapped her arms around her head, her legs spread wide in invitation. "Yes," she whispered, the word a soft hiss in the stillness of the room. "Just like that."

Her encouragement spurred Spencer on, his movements growing bolder. He watched as her body responded to his touch, the way her breasts bounced with each of her breaths, the way her pussy grew slicker and more swollen. He slid a second finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her channel clench around him.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice a siren's call that urged him to go deeper, to push her further. He curled his fingers, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When he found it, she arched off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. "Oh god, yes, right there."

Her words were music to his ears, a symphony of desire that made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy around him, feeling her clench and pulse.

With his other hand, Spencer reached up to her clit, his thumb brushing against the sensitive nub. She gasped, her hips bucking in response. He felt a thrill of power, knowing that he could reduce her to this state of need with just his touch.

He began to rub her clit in gentle circles, his touch feather-light, teasing her as he felt her body tense with anticipation. Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes snapping open to meet his.

"Fuck, Reid," she groaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "You're so… good at this."

Her words were a sweet agony, a delicious torment that made Spencer's cock twitch back to life. He leaned over her, his eyes dark with desire as he whispered, "You like that?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Keep going," she breathed, her voice a sultry command. Spencer didn't need any more encouragement. He began to grind his cock against the bed, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He watched her face, the way her cheeks flushed with desire.

Without a second thought, he leaned in and took her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. Her body jerked at the sudden contact, a gasp escaping her lips. He could feel the power of his own pleasure building, but he was determined to make her come again. He knew it was a bold move, but something about the way she looked at him, the way she'd praised him, made him feel invincible.

Spencer's fingers moved in a blur, pumping in and out of her pussy as he targeted her g-spot with the precision of a maestro. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around his digits, her hips moving in sync with his hand.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening sound escaping her throat. Her body was a canvas of passion, her muscles tensing and releasing in time with his movements. He knew he had found the perfect rhythm, the sweet spot that would send her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her hard, like a bolt of lightning tearing through her body. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her thighs quivering as she bucked against him. Spencer felt the power of her release, the tremors that rippled through her core as she came apart in his hands.

Y/N took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Spencer was still kneeling beside the bed, his cock standing at attention as he watched her. He was grinding it against the bed, the sheets bunching beneath him. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of dominance, watching him seek his own release.

With a wicked smile, she reached a hand out to his chin, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You look like you could use some help with that," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his breath hitching.

Y/N slid off the bed, her body a study in grace as she moved. She grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet, her strength surprising him. "Lie down," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Spencer's cock bobbed with every step as he obeyed, his nerves a mix of excitement and anticipation.

He lay back, the coolness of the sheets soothing to the heat of his body. Y/N took a moment to appreciate the view, his glasses slightly askew on his face, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. She felt a sense of power, a thrill that coursed through her veins.

With a grace that belied the intensity of her desire, she climbed up his body, her legs straddling his thighs. The warmth of her skin against his was electric, setting his nerves alight. His cock was already hard again, standing tall, begging for her attention.

As she reached his pelvis, she hovered there, her breath hot against his length. Spencer's chest heaved, his heart racing in anticipation. He watched as she leaned in, her eyes locked on his, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He felt the softness of her lips, the wetness of her tongue as she began to suck, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body.

Y/N's nails lightly scraped down his torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she approached his hip bones. Spencer's eyes widened as she wrapped her fingers around them, her grip firm but not painful. It was a strange sensation, the feeling of being both cherished and dominated at the same time. Her nails dug in, pinning him to the bed as if to remind him that she was in control, that she could do with him as she pleased.

Her tongue traced the length of his shaft, the wetness of her mouth leaving a trail of heat that made him shiver. She took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. Spencer felt the pressure build, the sensation of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock making his toes curl. He was so close, his body poised on the edge of release.

Y/N's eyes never left his as she licked and sucked with a hunger that was almost feral. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and amusement at his response. Spencer could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. He moaned, his hips bucking upwards, trying to get more of her mouth on him.

Her grip on his hips tightened, holding him in place as she began to play with his balls. She rolled them gently in her palm, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance of pleasure and pain that had him writhing beneath her. She could feel the heat building in him, the way his body responded to her touch. It was like holding a live wire in her hand, the power of his desire pulsing through her.

Y/N took her time, exploring every inch of his cock. Her tongue flicked out, licking and teasing his balls with a gentle touch that had Spencer's eyes rolling back in his head. She knew just how to manipulate him, how to coax every drop of pleasure from his body. His hips bucked, his cock straining towards her mouth as she worked her magic. The sounds of his moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that only spurred her on.

And then, she did it. She took all of him in her mouth, closing around his cock as she hummed a low, throaty sound. The vibrations hit him like a bolt of lightning, his body tensing as he felt the pressure build. Spencer had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. It was as if she had tapped into a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

With a final, desperate thrust, he came hard, filling her mouth with his cum. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and relief that had him crying out her name. He watched as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, the hunger in them unmistakable. It was a moment of complete surrender, his body wrung out and vulnerable beneath her.

s the last tremors of his orgasm faded, Spencer's body went boneless, his muscles releasing their tension. He lay there, panting, his cock still pulsing as Y/N licked her lips, a smug smile playing on her face. The sight of her, so in control, so powerful, was almost too much.

Y/N crawled up his body, her movements sinuous and cat-like. She took him into her arms, holding him close as if he were something precious. Spencer felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of belonging that was new and exhilarating. He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as she settled against him.

For a moment, he allowed himself to just be, to revel in the aftermath of their encounter. But the question lingered in the back of his mind: what did this mean for them? Was it a one-time thing, a fleeting moment of passion? Or was there something more, a connection that could grow and evolve over time?

Y/N could see his mind racing, the cogs turning behind those intelligent eyes. She propped herself up on her elbow, her body still flushed with the afterglow of her climax. "What's on your mind, Spencer?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I just… I don't know what to think. This was… unexpected." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "But I don't want it to be a mistake."

Y/N leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "It's not a mistake, Spencer," she assured him, her voice a gentle whisper. "This is just the beginning."

Spencer felt a weight lift from his chest at her words. He tightened his hold on her, his heart racing with hope. "But what happens now?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Y/N kissed him softly, her lips a gentle promise. "Now, we explore," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We find out just how good we can be together."

Spencer felt a thrill of excitement at her words. Being able to call her his, to claim her as his own, was a heady thought. It was something he had never dared to hope for, not with his insecurities. But now, as he held her in his arms, the possibility felt tantalizingly close.

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What are Insulated Floor Coating Paints?

When talking about Insulated floor coating paints the most common types of insulation that are thought of when the term "insulation" is used are the pink fiberglass batts that are used in attics and walls and the expanding spray foam products that are used to seal cracks and crevices. But are paints and other coatings of a similar nature insulating? It turns out that they do in some cases. Insulating paints, insulating coatings, insulative paint, and weather barrier coatings (WBCs) are all variants of the same product that combine the decorative qualities of a paint or coating with the energy conservation advantages of a thermal barrier.

Insulated floor coating and paints that insulate are what?

When applied to a surface, insulated floor coating and paints are typically a group of products that can provide thermal insulation. Most of the time, they are made to be applied with a sprayer if the sprayer's filters are the right porosity or are taken out to let the coating and its additives stick to the substrate.

Insulated floor coating and paints that insulate will typically adhere to a surface or substrate that is clean and dry, such as steel, wood, concrete, masonry block, brick, asphalt shingles, plastic, glass, or canvas, to name a few common materials.

How Insulated floor coating and paints Work A lot of thermal insulating paints and coatings work by adding insulating ceramic or glass particles to the substrate of the paint or coating. It is thought that the presence of these particles makes the surface more reflective, preventing heat energy from entering or leaving painted or coated surfaces. Therefore, radiant heat from the sun would reflect rather than be absorbed into the wall and transmitted by conduction to the interior wall surfaces (and ultimately to the air in the building) in buildings whose walls have been treated with an insulating paint or coating. This decrease in transmitted heat may reduce the amount of energy required by air conditioning systems during the summer. Similarly, in colder weather, the internal (heated) air's heat loss through the walls could be reduced, saving money on heating. The application of insulating paints and coatings to surfaces other than a building's envelope follows the same general principle. Similar advantages may accrue to any component of a machine or process that is subject to heat transmission and aims to decrease the rate of heat loss (or gain).

How Insulating Paints and Coatings Are Used Insulated floor coating and paints are used in two main ways. The first is intended for use as a coating to insulate an exterior building. The coating could be applied to the building's exterior walls and roof as well as its interior walls and ceilings in this scenario. These coatings can be used as a primer over which a top coat of standard paint can be applied, or they can be tinted and applied as a finish coat. The application could be for residential or commercial buildings. Many dry to an appearance similar to latex paint; Others appear to be more pebbled. These coatings typically have low VOC levels certified to them, making them safe to use indoors in occupied spaces. In fact, some of these coatings emit fewer VOCs than many common paints currently on the market.

Coatings that contain corrosion inhibitors, in addition to their thermal insulating properties, can improve the stability of steel and other substrates that may be susceptible to corrosion. Insulating paints and coatings are frequently used on metal roofs and structures due to this property.

Insulating paints and coatings can also be used in industrial settings. Insulating machinery and equipment in plants and facilities like these are examples of industrial uses:

Paper mills (storage vessels, tanks, and ductwork), textile plants (dying and drying ovens, washers, and steam generators), paper mills (storage vessels, tanks, and ductwork), asphalt (storage tanks, asphalt vehicles), petrochemical processing (heat exchangers, boilers), food processing facilities (commercial fryers, sterilizers, brewery pipework), sugar mills and refineries (steam lines, tanks), chemical plants (pipelines, pressure valves, and process equipment Zinc phosphate, barium metaborate, and strontium chromate are examples of common corrosion inhibitors. Corrosion Under Insulation (CUI) is a condition in which trapped moisture penetrates the insulating jacket and becomes trapped between the substrate and the insulation. This can both reduce the effectiveness of the insulating material and contribute to potential corrosion in metals. Traditional fiber insulation can also be used in high humidity indoor environments.

Insulating paints and coatings outperform other types of insulation in that they can be applied without touching heated surfaces and without shutting down equipment, saving money on facility downtime costs. Because these products are sprayed onto the substrate with an applicator, they can also be used in tight spaces where it would be difficult to install other types of thermal barriers. Insulating paints and coatings also have the ability to lessen the likelihood of contaminating production processes in circumstances where contamination is a major concern.

Insulating paints and coatings can reduce the accumulation of mold, mildew, bacteria, and other moisture-related conditions that can occur in high-humidity environments, as well as help protect operators from accidental exposure to high temperatures by adding a thermal barrier to reduce heat energy transfer.

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Car cleaning and maintenance in rainy weather should be more particular

 The rainy weather is always difficult to manage escpecially when you own a car. The car always suffers from the rain and the sludge. At this time, what should be done for the cleaning and maintenance of the car? Did you drive the car to a less muddy place and let the rain shower clean again?

First of all, car beauty experts have corrected a wrong view of many people: the rain can wash the body clean. This is not the case for two reasons: first, rainwater, especially muddy water, contains many invisible particles, and following the ups and downs of the body, these particles rub against the paint like sandpaper. Therefore, the vehicle should be cleaned and wiped in time after the rain, so as to better protect the paint. Secondly, the air quality in cities is now poor, and the acidity of rainwater is high, so acid rain can easily erode car paint. 　　Tips for car beauty experts: After the rain, first clean the car thoroughly to prevent the rain from causing damage to the paint surface. For the slight damage to the car paint, such as acid rain spots, alkaline water spots, aviation oil and diesel oil stains, cement spots, etc., vehicle mixtures or polishing agents can be used. Pour them a little on a soft cloth, and then gently wipe along the scratches to remove the stains. If you can add more car wax, it will be more vivid. 　　Auto beauty experts once again exaggerate: car wash must use special car wash liquid, do not take washing powder, soap and other household detergents. 　　In order to save money for convenience, some car owners directly scrub the car with soap or washing powder, but it is not known that this will cause greater erosion to the car. These detergents often contain too much alkali, which easily neutralizes the oils and fats of the car's paint surface. Repeated times will cause the car to suffer from erosion and accelerate aging. Some tires show signs of aging after about two years of use-laterally elongated cracks on the sidewall. If you exclude the factors such as improper maintenance of the tires or long-term low air pressure, often rubbing the shoulders, etc., it is likely that the strong alkaline washing fluid caused the tires to prematurely age. 　　Tips for car beauty experts: choose professional car wash with better quality. The PH value of professional car wash products is neutral, that is, the pH value is around 7. It will not corrode the surface of the car. If it contains water wax, it can give the car body a moisturizing and maintenance effect while washing the car. Even if the car is washed frequently, it will not damage the car paint. It should be noted in the cleaning that the car can not be cleaned with only one detergent and protective products. Because the material of each part in the car is different, and it is more scattered and scattered, you should choose to use different detergents. Most decoration shops that do beauty in the car will choose cleaners with a higher alkaline content, although they have whitening and decontamination effects, but there will be certain problems. Excessive alkaline cleaners will soak the flannel, leather chairs, and ceiling , Ultimately, there will be hardening and cracking. The professional approach should be to choose a cleaning solution with a PH value of not more than 10, in conjunction with a pumping machine dedicated to beauty in the car, while cleaning, there is a lot of reincarnation of clean water to bring out the dirt and cleaning agent, and bring the internal Moisture is pumped out to prevent the moisture from becoming too heavy and decaying or even falling off over time. 　　Finally, the owner's friends should pay attention to perseverance: timely clean up the attachments on the surface of the car paint. 　　In the case of extremely high ground temperature, if asphalt on the road gets on the car, it should be removed. Do not scrape it with a blade or remove it with gasoline to avoid damaging the paint. In the summer evening, especially after rain or driving at night, many small insects will be attached to the paint film. Most of these small insects secrete acidic substances. If the secretions and corpses are not removed in time, many small freckles will appear on the paint film. It is difficult to restore the original state. 　　Tips for car beauty experts: The removal of asphalt can be done with a dedicated asphalt remover at the nearest car beauty chain store. Remember to wax during daily care. It is best to wax once a month, and before the rain, so as to play a sealing role. After the vehicle is cleaned, wipe the vehicle dry to prevent water droplets from remaining on the paint to prevent freckles. Wash the car in time after the rain. Do not allow the paint to dry naturally after the car wash. Instead, wipe it clean. Otherwise, freckles will easily appear after removing the original responsibility.